I'm a model/ex Politics student/aspiring chef who escaped a field in Buckinghamshire for London four years ago. I now spend my days desperately trying to justify to my parents why abandoning a degree for a life filled with ethically questionable photographers and mentally questionable bookers was a good idea.
What I Do, Job-wise: Wander round in uncomfortable shoes all day and occasionally have my photo taken.
What I Do, Fun-wise: Embark on over ambitious culinary experiments. Feed the results to my friends with varying degrees of success. Drink whiskey. Regret drinking the whiskey. Start again tomorrow.
My Motto: Never be someone who has a YOLO tattoo.
My Anti-Motto: "Don't put off until tomorrow what you could do today". If I did that, when would I have time to watch Dawson's Creek?
The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Not technically a movie star (or anything close) but I had a burning crush on the purple member of The Wiggles.
My “celebs to make out with” list: David Tennant. Colin Farrell. Clémence Posey. Preferably all at once.
The Most Played Song On My iTunes: "Avril 14" by Aphex Twin. On repeat at bedtime.
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: "Pandemonium" by Lauren Olivier. Sorry.
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: Black dungarees which are dry clean only and therefore have never been washed. Febreze counts, right?
Beauty Products That I Hoard: Cheap foundations in slightly the wrong colour and Bumble and Bumble Surf Spray.
I smell like: Diesel's Fuel For Life. Or cake.
I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): I don't believe in giving incorrect feedback, but sometimes needs must.