I was asked recently what inspires me. It was a question that made me think, but made me hesitate to answer at the risk of sounding poncey and narcissistic (which I probably will when you continue reading. I apologise in advance).

I created an inspiration board, though, which took me aback when I eventually finished it, hours later, as anyone would think I was some kind of goth (do goths still exist or is it just emos now?). There’s a lot of black, but since its winter – this is a given with me. I used to be  a brightly dressed young thing, but after living in New York, I somehow adopted this scruffy semi-art-house thing (i.e. backcombing my hair; wearing whatever’s darkest and at closest reach at 7am in the morning before work), which evolved into a kind of black-bodycon-elastane-in-everything-look that I seem to be into at the moment. Not sure how long it will last (probably til the end of the month when I have to start dusting off the summer wardrobe). Anyway, since I spent so long creating the bloody thing, I thought I may as well share it with you guys.

I stuck a lot of Warhol on there. I LOVE Pop Art and LOVE Warhol. Litchenstein was my favourite Pop Artist for a long time, but since I’ve gotten older I’ve found a renewed love for old Andy. I went to the Pop Life exhibiton at  Tate Modern with my mum a few weeks ago and it was brilliant. Especially the darker side of the artist and his prediction about how self obsessed and celebrity obsessed we’d all become. If I could go back in time, I’d rewind to the late 70s, slip into a slinky Azzedine Alaia number and head up to Studio 54 to dance on  the tables with Debby Harry, Warhol, Jerry Hall and Grace Jones, and sip cocktails with Bianca Jagger (that’s if I could get my name on the guestlist).

Studio 54 NYE 1978: Halston, Bianca, Jack, Liza and Andy. Photo by Robin Platzer

Another long running obsession of mine is Steven Meisel photography. He’s my favourite and I love it. His photos are somewhat risque to say the least. He photographed Aunty Madge in her controversial book, ‘Sex’ and still photographs basically every cover of Italian Vogue.

Steven Meisel - Italian Vogue 2008

Steven Miesel - Italian Vogue 2007

Steven Meisel: Madonna: Sex

Anyway, I’ve rambled on for long enough and I think it’s time for me to stop living in a dreamworld…off to watch Clueless for the thousandth time. It’s at the “rollin’ with the homies” bit.

Bisous x