This week I spent a rather unexpected night in hospital (suspected appendicitis that turned out to be kidney stones, ouch). Pumped up with morphine and hooked up to a drip I wasn't going anywhere which was very, very frustrating. For a visual junkie such as myself I found the general lack of anything to look at incredibly strange. One minute I had been waking up in my familiarly kaleidoscopic surroundings, the next I was in a world devoid of colour, texture and glamour. Thankfully I had a copy of the August Vogue in my bag which I read cover to cover in 70 minutes flat. It's amazing how an article about tanning, something that a vampire like me would usually find utterly boring, suddenly becomes so interesting when forced to choose between that and 'Take A Break' (the only reading material provided in the day room). I must have been bored because I even read the adverts at the back (personal fave: 'Saress: The Ultimate Beach Dress'!!!).
Anyway moving on to the actual point of this post; the deliciously androgynous coverstar of August's Vogue, Danish supermodel Freja Beha Erichsen. Like most folks interested in fashion, I have my favourite models; Karen, Lily, Lara and now Freja. It's weird because my best buddy Emma sent me the picture below about a year ago because she knew I'd appreciate the questionable gender of this beautiful girlboy, turns out it was Freja all along.
When she isn't in front of a lens Freja favours black leather, cigarettes, tattoos, guitars and looking grumpy. I know where you're coming from Freja, thanks for cheering up a gloomy day in A&E.