American-born with an incurable case of Anglomania (Westwood included.) Sebastian Horsley is my hero. That being said, I'm growing quite used to Ayn Rand's condescending sighs.

Writing & travelling, staring into space, often purposefully. I've worked as an either full-time or freelance journalist the past 5 years, in addition to having 2 books of poetry published, so my time is spent on frequent adventures, all over the world, while wearing a dress & heels.

This means, if you do not know how to differentiate between 'your' & 'you're', or 'their,' 'there,' & 'they're,' please don't even begin to write me a message. If there are horrid grammatical & spelling errors, I'm sure you're a very nice person, but it's a difference we're never going to resolve. Same with some omnipresent being in the sky.

Burying myself in piles of books in my bed at night.
Reading the New Yorker cover-to-cover.
Curating my elaborate plans to rule the world.
Not wearing pants (You may spell that word "trousers")

Depends on what continent I am on; Americans tend to think I have an English accent, but anyone in England will immediatly recognise my terrible American accent. It's a no-win situation.

Mostly poetry, Paul Auster & I'm pretentious enough in my literary traditions to admit I'm slouching toward Bethlehem & the conclusion of Infinite Jest. Also; everything that falls between the aforementioned. & existentialism? Don't even get me Sartred. I read a lot. I mean, a lot.

I don't 'get' TED talks. Ahem.

I'm married to Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds on facebook. As in, the entire band. Also: PJ Harvey, Amy Winehouse, T-Rex, Kate Bush, Peter Gabriel, the Smiths, Joy Division, Pixies, Mountain Goats, Desire, Loveage, Teenage Fanclub, Sonic Youth, The National, Bright Eyes, Bowie, Pink Floyd, underground hip-hop, classical (Chopin to Reich to Glass to Schoenberg). I've been known to bring shame to myself & my fellow (INDEPENDENT) record store employees by listening to Lady Gaga, Katy Perry or what not. Pshaw. Bitches have some wicked beats. But I am a music snob. I only listen to good music. If you don't like some of what I have listed, that is because you are wrong.

I really, really like 'The Cook, The Thief, His Wife & Her Lover.' Also Kaufman films. & 'Enter the Void.' & how could I forget 'Withnail & I?' Fucking brills.
As a rule, I also only watch good films, but there was that awkward time that I found some reason to watch 'Friends With Benefits' a second time, but I really don't want to talk about it (But secretly do & don't know why). Von Trier is a bit of a god, no? John Waters, anyone? David Lynch?

I should mention that I love 'Drive', & Ryan Gosling in 'Drive', but not Ryan Gosling mutually exclusive from 'Drive.' Okay, he's good looking, but I'm only interested in him when he's not saying anything AT ALL DURING THE ENTIRE FILM LIKE A BOSS, with a scorpion jacket.

Series-wise, Doctor Who, Skins, Six Feet Under, Deadwood, & mother fucking Twin Peaks.

Theatre? Marlowe, Shakespeare (Or seeing Marlowe at Shakespeare's Globe, which I have done recently. If you can find the irony in that, we need to speak.) I'm still waiting for Godot. Beckett in general - also Tony Kushner's 'Angels in America.'

I could list my favourite artists, but that'd be a damn long list. Rauschenberg. Warhol. Ryden. Peck. Alex Gross. Odd Nerdrum. Damien Hirst. Francis Bacon, to name a smattering. I lived in an art gallery back in the colonies, so art truly is life for me, & most of my friends are artists - yes, the kind of artists that actually make & show work/writing/music & not just say they are an artist.

I think Vice Magazine is one of the most hilarious, yet still serious, publications around. While I have a great adoration for designer clothes, it is still my dream to one day end up on the "Don't" list in their fashion section.

The BBC turns me on. There's nothing like terrible news being delivered in an English accent.

Self deprecation > Taking the piss out of others. I'll do both, but the former more frequently. It's all bark, only a bit of bite.

Books, clothes, art, my passport, champagne & foie gras.

Becoming a rock star, as the frontwoman of a glam-rock Smiths cover band, the entire collection of us as androgynous as the 1970's was for everyone with a penis & distribution contract in the UK. I have created plenty of panic on the streets of London myself to be able to sing about it with as much authority as Morrissey.

A foregone conclusion.

I didn't see Home Alone until 2011, but I've seen Titanic at least half a dozen times. I blame red wine.

You're not a total, utter wanker.