This is what teenage girls do.

It usually happens every time I spend time with a teenage girl ,like me, for more than two hours. I end up thrashing their/my closet and putting together an editorial. I just can't help it. Once the clothes start flying my mind can't stop until I've got at least 100 pictures of my "piece of art", if you will. A couple of months ago I styled my cousin and I can't believe I'm not showing you until now.

My inspiration was a biker chick, who despite her acid-like attitude has a soft spot for the hippie revolution. She has Beatles lyrics tattooed on her wrist and lives the life of a nomad. But even after traveling every inch of the world she is alone, sitting by herself with an unending song in her head.

I wrapped studded belts around her thigh and hand bleached the denim jumper.

I had lots of fun, even whilst my cousin was staring at me with a confused smirk.

love,

A