SHOWDOWN

    I have just awoken from a deep slumber thanks to Elle having a normal body-clock compared to mine - which is that of a vampire. I went to Roxy last night. Again. I seriously need to find somewhere else to go out during the week, it's getting silly now - but, alas, the drinks are cheap, the music is loud and a night out with your friends is always nice regardless of what shit hole you're standing in. I had a good night though, all in all, and Elle - when you read this, which you will because you're a true friend who follows my updates - I am the best fucking wing man you will ever have and you owe me. I won't hold you to it, but I'd just like to throw it out there.
    When I got home, after we walked from Tottenham Court Road to Marylebone at 4am with bare legs and shorts that only just had enough fabric to cover our asses, I realised I was somewhat tipsy. The influence of half a bottle of wine and four double mixers took it's toll when I pierced my knee cap on the corner of my bed, causing me to writhe around in pain for a good twenty minutes. I have woken up with what seems to be a small mound of swelling and bruise around the entirety of my knee cap.
    This chick I used to be friends with but am no longer approached me at the end of the night, whilst I was having a conversation with Elle separately to the rest of the group. Not entirely sure what the point of her advance was, but as Elle put it so eloquently; 'Respect her balls, but come now. What the fuck'. Which just completely sums it up, really.

Nicole Trunfio by Adam Bedrossian for LoveCat Magazine #1:

What a body. 

Also, not entirely sure I am either completely obsessed with or massively put off by the Louboutin Fall 2011 Lookbook. Obviously the shoes are to die for but I'm not sure how I feel about the presentation: