a little homage to natalie press. she's been on my radar since my summer of love in which she played a fascinating albeit slightly scary moped riding northern teenager.
she's one of those women that i find more acceptable to openly love because she falls into the "artist"* category rather teetering anywhere near a phrase involving the word 'it'.
alas, natalie has a stylist on call, but the fact that it is the lovely leith clark, stylist of everybody's favourite girly magazine lula makes this small matter forgivable. and i would like to add, everyone has a stylist (even alexa! cue gasps..)
sincere apologies for the watermarks and for the lack in graphics inspiration. that's what lack of photoshop does for you.
*must be pronounced artiste and preferably this word should be said with a glass of wine in one hand for most authentic arsehole factor.