I am terrible when it comes to time management and procrastination. As I type this, I can see in my peripheral vision a heap of grunge clothing I’m going to be using for a test shoot tomorrow, lying in a mammoth heap on my rug. Anyway. I had already initially forgotten I had a sushi date with my friend Al that we had planned before, and yet there I sat in my mustard Mr Price track pants, a random satin pajama top, hair still wet, stalking my cousin’s Facebook albums. She was an air-hostess. Milano, New York, Hong Kong, the Maldives, Seychelles, Stockholm, Paris… I flipped through all her images and before I knew it, it was 15 minutes before I had to meet Al. No time to change yet I hadn’t seen him in months, I had to look just a bit decent! I threw on my Zara courts, a vintage leather jacket, leopard-print pashmina, dark lipstick, piled my damp hair into a messy bun and sped off to lunch, pretending this was “totally the look I was going for.”
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