I'm currently obsessed with Lana Del Rey. Her music, her mojo, her aura. Just to look at, she's an aesthetically pleasing product - like an enigmatic, post impressionist painting that you're not sure you get but really want anyway. The high price tag only making it more desirable.
Pop yourself in a room full of women, tea and/or cocktails in hand, and bring up the topic of Lana Del Rey's surgeon. *Controversial crickets* Yes, I know she denies any help from Dr 90210 but we weren't born yesterday. If there's anything Samantha for SATC taught us (apart from how to bag a man, how to use a man, how to ditch a man and how to display general and advanced level fabulousness), it's that no one looks that sensational without a little nip and tuck. I am talking to you progressively growing, bee stung lips. I digress. Pop yourself in a room, personality drinks in hand, and I defy you to find one woman who wouldn't just love to swipe their boyfriend's/husband's/random man from the bar's plastic and request 'The Lana'. If not that, it'd be a full head of hair extensions to recreate that gravity defying barnet that, as a friend described it, "stretches into next week". That, followed by a set of stiletto point acrylic nails and some smoky kohl eyeliner. Done. Lanafied. And absolutely fabulous.
Leather and ribbed-knit top, £1,195, Proenza Schouler
Embellished fringe cape by Coco's Fortune, £59, Topshop
Frayed hem threadbare style denim shorts, £24, Romwe
Leather wedged cowboy boots, £695, Rupert Sanderson via farfetch.com
Cassette tape clutch, around £945, Chanel
She's certainly an icon in her own right. Weirdly mysterious yet painfully magnetising. Take this for example. Once she wore a garland of red roses in her Born to Die video, sales in floral headbands skyrocketed! I really do hope Crown and Glory sent her a gift bag.
Recently, I've been inspired by her free spirited style in her music video for Ride and by the seductive sounds of her Born to Die album.