Battersea Park's got an open-air concert going and I've claimed my patch of grass with a blanket and a bottle — this dress was a mistake in this light, but I'm not complaining. Care to bring the next bottle over, baby?
Battersea Park's got an open-air concert going and I've claimed my patch of grass with a blanket and a bottle — this dress was a mistake in this light, but I'm not complaining. Care to bring the next bottle over, baby?
Tyler's headlining All Points East tonight and I've been ready for exactly none of it — still standing here in a towel trying to decide what stays on. Care to help me choose, baby?
New delivery just landed and this set was meant to be saved for a special occasion — but I'm not patient enough for that. Want to help me decide what stays on, baby?
Tracey Emin's neon at Tate Modern saying everything I'm too proud to put into words — and somehow it's the most honest thing in the room. You ever catch yourself in someone else's honesty, baby?
Notting Hill Carnival's this weekend and I'm already deep in the wardrobe pulling looks together — found this little feathered number I forgot I had and now I can't stop twirling in front of the mirror like a mad woman. Tell me, baby — feathers or sequins?
Camden Fringe dragged me into a cabaret so filthy I had to slip out and check the damage in the mirror. Ready for the second act, baby?
Greenwich Fair pulled me in and now I'm watching skaters carve up the bowl as the sun drops — there's something about kids throwing themselves around like gravity's optional that makes me want to be that reckless again. You ever just follow the noise and see where it takes you, baby?
All Points East is going off and Jorja Smith just turned Victoria Park into church — I'm drenched in sunshine and bass and I don't want this to end. You ever let a beat take you over completely, baby?
The Weeknd's got all of Wembley in the palm of his hand and I've been dancing so hard my dress gave up on me. You want to see the damage, baby?
Bastille just hit the stage and Crystal Palace Bowl went electric — came for The Wombats but this whole night is turning into something else. You ever let a song pull you somewhere you didn't plan, baby?