Home is where the stuff is...

I apologise for going through an initial nesting period whereby I'm more intrigued by a piece of furniture than a pair of shoes. I can assure you that it's temporary and I'm merely overly chuffed at having found a new hovel to live, in time before fashion week madness begins (sadly no New York for me but to those who are going: have bags and BAGS of fun!). It was inevitable that my fashion related belongings was going to leak into my living room... there was just no way everything could be hidden away in the bedroom...

Enlarge for a better view but on a bookshelf, shoes had to be sandwiched between my Penguins along with some of my boyf's little bits and bobs...
Newh1

I am a tacky so and so... his n' hers boots with my black crow acting as the go-between... peering into the kitchen behind...

Newh3

My JBL speaker unit acts as the perfect perching spot for my beloved headpiece by my friend Anthony Vaccarello and the Outsapop zipper necklace that slinks and slithers around the base... they amplify the sound...that's my line and I'm sticking to it...

Newh2