sept faits - seven facts.

un. my ipod never ever leaves my side. i take it with me everywhere. it's with me from the moment i wake up until the moment i go to sleep. obviously, i love music. music is my boyfriend. music is my hot hot sex. i don't know what i would do without it. my tastes vary from jazz to house to disco to opera to (european) pop to indie. music sets the mood for everything - a little jazz for a bubble bath, some house for dinner parties & some deep trance for a late night drive with friends. it's one of the the best feelings in the world. current musical obsession : róisín murphy. but i'm sure most all of you are already very much aware of that.

deux. i love the smell of bookshops. the mix of new books, just printed glossy magazines, coffee & cigarettes from the people smoking outside is my favourite. even better, if it's winter & the wonderful cold air is blowing about.

trois. i am addicted to vintage clothes. i love that when you buy a vintage piece you are almost always certain that no one else will have something just exactly like it. & i am all for originality. plus the joy of finding a great vintage designer piece is almost more rewarding than splurging on this seasons must have. too bad, though, that we have hardly any vintage shops worthy speaking of here. but i have had quite a few amazing finds downtown at the flea markets on weekend mornings. if only i lived closer to portobello road. flatmates, anyone?

quatre. i love the nighttime, the night life, clubs, late night parties, late night drives. [see number one] late night room service, late night anything really. i love it. everything is better at night. i am always, always up late - it's 3 in the morning now, even as i write this. as for mornings, well that's a totally different story...

cinq. i don't drive. i always get weird looks when i tell someone i am 18 & still don't own a car & still have never even taken a drivers ed class. but as i plan to move to nyc next year, i really wont be needing one & arent bikes so much chic-er, anyways? i think so. getting a brand new BMW sweet 16 style is so overrated. when i turned 16 i got a trip to paris. you decide.

six. if music & vintage clothes are my first addictions, fashion magazines cannot be far behind. if i had the choice between spending my lunch money on food or the newest issue of V, i would most definitely choose V. there's no question. i have stacks & stacks, bookshelf upon bookshelf filled with them. i can never seem to throw away any, for fear i'll lose something amazing that i might have looked over, the millionth time i'd scanned through it. every month i get so excited to see the new ones & what gorgeous photographs, products & tips will be inside. theres nothing like arriving home after a hard day to find a shimmering new issue placed in your post box.

sept. i religiously check photography blogs. obvious party favourites being the the cobrasnake- i even have my very own collection of cobra tees- & lastnightsparty. because theres nothing like seeing all those fabulous photos from all the fabulous parties you've been missing. they do offer somewhat of fashion inspiration every now & then. which brings me to my other adoration - street style blogs. ie. the face hunter & the sartorialist. talk about some fabulous style inspiration there! ♥ new favourites include : dirtydirtydancing & streetpeeper.

love, A.

if you want to see what i keep stored in my bag - check out mash from le book's latest post. i'm being featured!

& also a merci grand to deak for his help with my gorgeous collage