Travel stories.

When I was 23, I set off round the world. Just like the quote, I quit my job, bought a ticket, got a tan, fell in love and never really returned. Before I left, I read an article by someone recently home after a long trip. She said, "The feeling you get when the airplane leaves the tarmac is one you'll never stop chasing." At the time I was 23, arrogant and thought I knew better, so I didn't pay much attention. Five years later and she was right, I've never quite shaken the wanderlust. 

{Photos: Barbados}

Saturday.

Dinner with friends calls for this simple recipe. 

in the bag.

An (edited) version of what's in my bag.

{Norma Kamali sunglasses, YSL concealer, mac 'Morange' lipstick, photobooth snaps of my maingirl Netty, Smythson diary, vintage watch, a silver St. Christopher that belonged to my brother - wherever I go, it goes too, my dad's old Pentax Sportmatic, pencils (borrowed!) from the Crosby St. hotel, Mulberry bag}

nyfw.

Spot the Anna ambush. 

Sunday cooking.

If asked to choose a last meal, roast dinner would most definitely be it.

I've spent years attempting to master the art - the crispest, golden roast potatoes, the most delicious parsnips and carrots (honey, thyme, chilli, with a dash of olive oil). For those who don't mind dedicating their Sunday afternoons to a hot kitchen and a bottle of red wine, this is a great recipe to follow.