The Invitation

So I’m 21 now but all week I’ve felt small scared and unsure like I am 5, I guess it will just take me time to adjust. I had a beautiful day at Cavalli Estate, it was so special to have all the people I love the most in one room. I didn’t give much of a speech but I shared with everyone the poem I try and read most days, It’s called “The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

My beautifully curated group of friends.

My beautifully curated group of friends.

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’ It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


Melodies and Desires

I feel like I have finally recovered from London Fashion Week, except for an unfortunate little iron level crash on my birthday. I am starting to wonder if I need two weeks to pull myself together after Fashion Week and how I will ever get myself through that fashion month-and-a- half twice a year. I’ll just have to suck it up I guess.

I didn’t do that much on my actual birthday. I started my morning off with some red velvet cake, which I (of course) baked for myself. Then, I took myself for a spot of shopping in Covent Garden (okay, not merely a ‘spot of shopping’, fivebags-full of shopping!), before rushing off to a birthday lunch in Russell Square. I met up with Karoline in the evening to view some art at Boxpark in Shoreditch and was treated to gingerbeer and chips in the ‘secret room’ at the Breakfast Club.

Actually, I don’t see why my birthday should only be celebrated on one day, especially as the 1st March has become a bit of a write-off for me in the last couple of years. It’s the down-side of sharing the same birthdate with Justin Bieber – everyone goes completely Bieber-crazy – and seems to forget it’s my birthday too.  Slightly unfair, but it is what it is. I guess.He’s famous and I’m not.

I took the liberty of celebrating my birthday for the rest of the weekend . I am probably going to continue doing so for the rest of the month because I am so‘grown-up’ now. My Friday evening consisted of a movie and then civilised drinks at the W Hotel in Leicster Square with Isabel. The rest of the weekend was just my usual East London walk-abouts.

Instagrams from this week