Italy. My secret happy place; my forever fantasy. As long as Italy stays where she is, I’m comforted knowing I have somewhere to run.
Vintage clothes, of which I worry sometimes are more geek than chic. This green baby I bought on Hollywood Boulevard in L.A.
This photo of my beautiful mum, Eva. Apart from the fact it has my dear mum in it, I love the contrast between the delicate black crochet and the explosive white headpiece. Who’s the stylist?
My garden. I live in Hong Kong {and love it} and gardens simply don’t exist this close to downtown. Oh, ‘cept ours, shhhh, don’t tell anyone.
My boyfriend, Brent, who makes me lolly-eyed. I’ve worked out that dating my best friend, who also happens to be rather hot, is a truly excellent combination.
