What I Do, Job-wise: I create. I write. I execute. I will gladly accept payment in cash, cake and Chanel.
What I Do, Fun-wise: Spend time with my sisters and parents. Read, run and eat cake (generally in that order) Search for ways to decrease the degrees of separation between Beyoncé and I. Study shoe porn on the Internet. Tweet about vapid reality TV shows that probably deplete IQ levels. Play with my piano Ethel. Dream big.
My Motto: Speak your truth and do everything in a spirit of excellence. Do not compromise on either of these things.
My Anti-Motto: Bite your tongue.
The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: I don't watch movies.
My “celebs to make out with” list: Common, Common and Common. Did I mention Common? Someone please make this happen.
The Most Played Song On My iTunes: The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: I love books too much to ever skim any I have the privilege of laying my hands on.
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: My Louboutin Pigalles. They feel like hell, but are what all the angels in heaven would look like if they became a pump.
Beauty Products That I Hoard: My Revlon Really Red lipstick (my life goes up a key when I wear it), Sleek Rose Gold blush (it’s Nars Orgasm’s little known slutty half-sister. Cheaper and does the job quicker), Bobbi Brown stick foundation and Nourish Protect moisturiser.
I smell like: Confidence, love and wit.
I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): The only thing I regularly fake is my hair.