Thursday, October 8, 2009

INTRODUCING...

Russian Rose-Quarter Russian, yet hardly a rose. Thorns perhaps? Daughter of: Distributor, Lacoste, United Kingdom. Beware of the Crocodile...

Token Jewish Princess-Some say she's Kosher. We beg to differ. Daughter of: A big fish in a Party Poker Pond. Some jobs are just too tough.

Welsh Wasabi (aka. DAY Girl)-Welsh/Japanese. Nowhere near enough words to sum her up. Granddaughter of: The captain of a ship, somewhere in Japan. Oooh. Piratical.

Ginger Snap-Bright and sparky, often snarky. Granddaughter of: Darling Foundation Medal and Prize. Something to do with Malaria. Who knows? Supposedly the smart one.

Creme Brulee-Fragile and crumbly. Somewhat sweet. Seems like she breaks on demand. Granddaughter of: A Spy. If we told you any more, we'd have to kill you.

French Alexa Chung-Our very own Frenchie Chinese (GERMAN) Alexa! Granddaughter of: A carpenter. She's good with wood.

Future President-One day she might just take over the world... Daughter of: Former Fashion Director, Elle Magazine; Founder, J. Crew

Soon-to-be Playboy Bunny-Overly flirtatious, over exposed. Someone get this girl a camera. Daughter of: Who knows? A formerly rebellious mother. Bunny's making her own name.

Lashes-If you ever make your way down to Taplow, DO pop by. Daughter of: Women's Silver Medalist, World Rowing Championships. Wo-ah. Pro.

Champagne Bumpkin-Safe as they come. No, really. She said that. Daughter of: Conservative District Counsellor. Look out, she's got the government on her side.

Who?: Thin girls, pretty girls, girls who think they're overweight, charming girls, bitchy girls, clever girls, girls who have boyfriend's, girls on the hunt. Normal girls?

Currently listening to a bizarre mixture of Shiny Toy Guns, Just Jack, Owl City, The Metros, The Filthy Youth, Tiesto, All Time Low and Jack Johnson.

Currently watching Gossip Girl, 90210, Grey's, Greek, Mad Men, Brothers and Sisters, Ugly Betty and (sob) The Beautiful Life.

Desperate to spill their inner most secrets, hang-ups, amid sometimes questionable fashion choices.

(We know we're pretentious. But that's half the fun.)