Mister Bed

I'm loving slumber parties as of late.


I used to feel entirely uncomfortable about staying over at other people's houses. I'd rather head home from a party at 5am than fall asleep in somebody's lounge room.

This year everything has changed and I'm a nomad with her world in her handbag: whisky, makeup, suncream, iPod, diary, knickers.


I've been thinking about my idea of home a lot lately, and where I'm going next. It'll be hard to move back to Adelaide after my Parisian life.