my black heart aches for

I want to steal the clothe's off alexa chung's back on a daily basis

I want that fur jacket and plaid shirt, in that exact order

I want a gold lame adidas bag just like hers

I want that sheer Chloe shirt and those Bassike leather pants

I want her eyes

I want to ride shot gun in that trailer through a Californian desert

I want to be an Olsen just for one day

I want to claim that photo as my own

I want that large faux clock hanging as a centre piece in my room

I want more leopard in my life

I want to sell my soul for that Zimmerman body suit

I want a parisienne style maxi dress more than I want a crepe

I want to be as new york cool as Jess Hart

I want that pouch necklace hanging around my neck

I want to be that strong when I'm that old

I want to be in that photo standing right next to Warhol

I want to know...am I asking for too much?

monday pretties

Ain't nothing finer than a lazy weekend spent down the coast, with sweeping views of the ocean, a glass of rose in one hand and some Acne reading material in the other

It was all good food, great company, chatting about nothing long into the night, sleeping in, waking up content, sun glorious sun, more food, music that makes your skin tingle, cadbury chocolate that melts on your tongue, chilling with your family

And then you arrive at that point. That point on a Sunday when you know if you go to sleep you're going to have to wake up on a Monday

and so now, here we are

wondering out aloud if these girls ever get Monday blues?

its raining outside, may i come inside?

It was all going so well, the sun has been shining bright the last few days in London town (a rarity from what I understand, although my friends try and sell it to me otherwise) but alas now it rains and the sky is slate grey.

I sit and wait for it to clear...otherwise its on with the boots, umbrella in hand and off to High Street, Kensington to peruse the shop windows of which I can barely even afford to look at.