Since there seems to be a unanimous agreement on keeping one’s blog away from the dirty, prying eyes of loved ones and other hangers on, let’s talk girl crushes! Yay!
In a parallel existence, I think I’d be cool like Leigh Lezark, a DJ with New York City-based trio, The Misshapes. Already she is infinity-plus-one times cooler than me.
Blacker than black hair, kohl-rimmed eyes, cheekbones that cut glass and a way of never smiling when a camera is pointed in her direction that earnt her the very cool nickname of Princess Coldstare by Gawker. Cool.
She makes me want to chop my hair off, dye it black and never let the hair straightener out of my hands. I’d always wear black, always have painted nails – black or red, and never be seen in anything other than five inch heels.
I would survive on a diet of only cigarettes lit with sparkly lighters and a never-ending glass of vodka. I’d fly around the world, DJ-ing at the best parties and give sassy answers to interviewers.
I don’t know what it is but she just seems so damn cool. Like she doesn’t wear tracksuit pants with the arse sagging down to her knees, while staying in for the eighth Saturday night in a row. She seems even cooler when you find out she dyes her own hair. Hey, me too!
Other current girl crushes include Kate Hudson, Gwyneth Paltrow, Nina Dobrev and Anita Pallenberg in the ‘60s and ‘70s (but without the heroin addiction. No, wait. With. No, gross. Without. Just some acid and pot).
Do you girl crush?