I spend the majority of my existence negotiating my love of Agent Provocateur and desperation for restalyne with my militant feminism. There is not a beauty procedure too painful for me, there is not liberalism too extreme. I moved back to London after a fairly confused stint in Paris working in fashion and organising the first Ladyfest over there to sort out my life and have ended up using xojane as my moral compass.
What I Do, Job-wise: Lots of courses in Foucaultian philosophy and addiction worker training and therapy. It's practically a job, right now.
What I Do, Fun-wise: Shop. Beauty treatments. RIOT.
My Motto: No man is an island.
My Anti-Motto: We are born alone, we die alone.
The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Leonardo DiCaprio. I had a shrine to him on my bedroom wall made up of tiny little photos of his head cut out from magazines.
My 'celebs to make out with' list: Ian Hislop. Jeanette Winterson. Leonardo DiCaprio.
The Most Played Song On My iTunes: The Raincoats - Pretty
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: Alaisdair Gray - Lanark
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: Isabel Marant fisherman jumper in mossy green
Beauty Products That I Hoard: REN Glycolactic radiance renewal mask, Kiehl's epidermal retexturing microdermabrasion scrub, Aveda pure abundance shampoo. Cuticle oil. I could go on forever.
I smell like: Cigarettes, moroccan rose and musk
I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): Bloody loads. Living feminist contradiction.