Alas, a new chapter in life. Today is the official opening of our Rosebery apartment. If you were wondering where I was in the past week (I know you've been wondering...), I have been busy with packing and unpacking, lifting and downing, cleaning and getting dirty... If you haven't read my previous post (which I know you read...) and don't really know what I'm trying to get at with the above few lines and can't, for the love of God, get the hint the title is telling you, I. MOVED. HOUSE.
The pad is in a total mess bar my room and en-suite toilet and fashion runway. Yes, I have a fashion runway ladies. In case you don't know, Karl Lagerfeld is a close acquaintance and I happen to design some of his line as part of my pocket money income. YEAH RIGHT! Ok. However, the catwalk is no lie. I do have a runway and simply can't wait for Becca to come over to strut some serious stuff. Victoria's Secret, oh yeah baby!
Finish gagging? OK. Here are some pics, dePICting the progress of my progress.
The pad is in a total mess bar my room and en-suite toilet and fashion runway. Yes, I have a fashion runway ladies. In case you don't know, Karl Lagerfeld is a close acquaintance and I happen to design some of his line as part of my pocket money income. YEAH RIGHT! Ok. However, the catwalk is no lie. I do have a runway and simply can't wait for Becca to come over to strut some serious stuff. Victoria's Secret, oh yeah baby!
Finish gagging? OK. Here are some pics, dePICting the progress of my progress.