Emily Eades

Tell me a bit about yourself: Cheese eater, fried squid lover, ample calf haver, runner, dancer, sister, daughter, wife to be (gulp), freelancer writer, believer in magic, lover of vintage, traveller, high-pitched laugh maker.

Age: 29

Twitter: @daisydoesstuff

What I Do, Job-wise: Look, listen, eat, shop, explore, ponder – then point at it all saying – ‘here, look at this stuff, isn’t it interesting?’ by writing about it for Le Cool, Sunday Times Style, Urban Junkies, Toni&Guy Magazine and Daily Candy.

What I Do, Fun-wise: Dance until my feet hurt, thumb through fashion magazines, wander around graveyards at sunset, go on adventures to foreign lands, buy pretty clothes and things that glint.

My Motto: Tired of margaritas, tired of life.

My Anti-Motto: It’s not a motto, but the phrase Cool Beans makes me want to slap people.

The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: I grew up in a tiny village and we didn’t rent a video player until I was 16 – I had a crush on the boy up the road, that’s as far as my cultural frame of reference stretched at the time.

My “celebs to make out with” list: (With shame) Micheal Bublé. (With no shame) Alexander Skarsgård and Mila Kunis.

The Most Played Song On My iTunes: Stevie Nicks, Edge of Seventeen.

Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: NW, Zadie Smith.

My Most Worn Item of Clothing: My (late) leather jacket – last seen in a Hackney club circa 4am. Still in mourning.

Beauty Products That I Hoard: Red, orange and pink lipsticks. My favourite brands include YSL, Estée Laude, Clinique and Topshop. Also Batiste dry shampoo.

I smell like: Me.

I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): I have fake blonde hair, a giant fake dog in my living room and am partial to a fake eyelash, the guess is yours.