Open House Festival dropped me into a stranger's flat and I can't stop wondering what they get up to in here — this bedroom's seen things and I want in. Care to find out what kind of trouble I'm making in someone else's sheets, baby?
Open House Festival dropped me into a stranger's flat and I can't stop wondering what they get up to in here — this bedroom's seen things and I want in. Care to find out what kind of trouble I'm making in someone else's sheets, baby?
Gym couldn't put a dent in me — came home with more energy than I walked in with. Think you could wear me out, baby?
Strawberry Hill House is wall-to-wall flowers for the Design Festival and I've found a corner nobody else has — this place was built for secrets. Want to hear one, baby?
The whole river's gone mad for the Great River Race and I haven't moved from this wall since the first boat — this thin thing's been no match for the sun. Come share the view, baby.
September sun's still warm enough and this terrace is private enough that I haven't put a single thing on since I came up here. Care to come find out what the neighbours are missing, baby?
Nine hundred years away and it just walks back into London like nothing — standing here in front of every stitched inch and all I can think is some things only get more powerful with time. You agree, baby?
Designer sent this piece over for the show and I'm in the studio before anyone else to see if it holds up — it doesn't hide much, and I'm not sure I want it to. Think you could keep your hands to yourself if you walked in right now, baby?
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Fashion Week's just over a week out and my brain won't shut off — designer calls at all hours, fittings reshuffled twice already, and I'm lying here in this blue number they sent home with me, nowhere near ready to sleep. Got something far more interesting saved for anyone who wants to see what happens when I stop pretending to behave. Want the full show, baby?
Frida hung every inch of herself on these walls without flinching and honestly that's the energy I'm taking home tonight. Think you could handle me when I'm not holding anything back, baby?
Fashion Week's ten days out and my designer keeps calling me back for fittings — stopped bothering to get dressed between changes. You'd walk in and just stand there, wouldn't you, baby?