A pocket of strawberry-scented sweetness in a sad, sad, grey, grey world.
Living and loving, separated by one vowel, yet inextricably linked. To live well, you need to be in love. With your life, and all that you decorate it with. By trade I’m a stylist, but what we do for a living is much more than work isn't it? It's who we love, what we cherish and what we enjoy doing; in short, what feels good. At 17 I knew what I wanted to do in life. Being surrounded by glitter and lipstick (my mother’s a makeup artist) helped me find my passions in art, clothing, and the visually creative. I was dabbling in beauty at 18, perfecting my friends’ lip liner at parties, but my love for fashion styling was always at the fore. To pursue it wasn't easy. I pulled pints every weekend for almost three years to balance out all the unpaid experience. I mapped half of London just from doing returns. My arms would kill the next day, but I'd be steaming, I'd be ironing, I'd be grabbing editors their coffees. Assisting was a test of patience, will, and passion. Eventually I proved my worth and was given the nod to fly. And fly I have. Styling is my release for creative expression. Nothing beats completing a beautifully thought out fashion story or a floral arrangement, even if it's just for you. It feels good; it's satisfying; I love it. To me, that’s living.