5 words that sum you up
Kind. Shortarse. Beauty Publicist. Ex-ditz. Positive. Sometimes sad. Bad at counting.
What’s your defining characteristic
My feet are firmly planted in mid-air.
Where do you live?
In the Mid-Village, Manhattan, New York.
Who is your style icon?
For a while it was anyone who wore a severely tailored, humourless. charcoal-coloured suit, but I was just going through a phase. Really I’m more of an Audrey Hepburn person. Or Katy Perry. Or even – yes - Willow Smith.
Who is your dream man?
Oh, so many! Alexander Skarsgård, Robert Pattinson, Jason Schwartzman, Javier Bardem, Robert Downey Jnr, will I stop now? I’m happy to keep going if you want me to…
What’s your favourite colour?
I tried to convince myself it was charcoal grey but really it’s neon pink.
It’s a sad one, I’m afraid. You Have Been Loved by George Michael
Enchanted. Amy Adams is adorable. Or Funny Face.
What’s your idea of hell?
Being trapped for all of eternity in an enormous HardWare Depot. So cold and big and full of horrible horrible things – nails and buckets and paint and hinges and hammers and… Oh God! Even 10 minutes in there is a challenge.
What’s your favourite magazine?
Because of my job, and my constant quest to get coverage in magazines, I can’t help but hate them all… There I’d be, casually flicking through Harper, feeling fine, and the next thing I’d see a glowing review of the new Dior super-serum and no mention of anything from my brands, and even though it makes me sound very shallow, it hurts like a knife. It’s sort of like being a mother and your child not being picked for the football team. Also it fills me with extreme fear that my boss will shout at me at the Monday morning meeting.
If you were a food what would you be?
They (I mean my sisters) used to say I was Nuts. But now they say I’m a big bag of Haribos because, apparently, I’m sweet. Not the worst thing a person could be.
How often do you have sex?
Um… you’ve startled me a bit there… it’s not like I’m keeping count, whenever we feel like it. Look, I was never good with numbers…
What is your motto?
Be kind. For everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
What car do you drive?
Does the subway count?
To whom would you most like to say sorry, and why?
My parents. I didn’t mean to be a nightmare daughter but I was. I was away with the fairies and far too into Tarot cards and hippie stuff and fringey skirts and never having a job and nearly burning the house down at least twice by coming home scuttered and trying to cook beans and then fogetting about them.
When did you last cry, and why?
Probably 5 minutes ago. I cry at the drop of a hat. A good old cry is a great stress reliever, and protects me from having to go for a 5 mile run or a humiliating Xanax-begging session with my doctor.
What keeps you awake at night?
Sirens outside my window
What is your idea of perfect happiness?
I usually feel very cheery if someone asks me for directions and I’m able to help :)
Cat or dog?
Dog! A little white Scottie called Lulu, the best doggie ever! She has a Swarovski Rhinestone heart-shaped identification tag, countless collars with sparkles and flowers, a tutu dress and even doggie pyjamas. I really want to dye her pink but I’m too scared of the animal cruelty people.
What job would you love to have?
Funnily enough, the job I have. Even though it’s so shallow and the stress of trying to get media coverage for my products is hideous, being a beauty publicist is fabulous. It’s the access to all the free stuff, see? And I don’t just get my brands, but all the brands that McArthur On the Park represents. And I get to send ‘Padded envelopes of loveliness’ full of gear to Mum and my sisters and they are so impressed.