I am Elizabeth. In an ideal world, I would be an ice statue. Elegant, cool, appearing a pretty shade of blue. Global warming sticks its ugly nose into my daydream. Instead I live riotously, noisily. I am silly. I am given to melodrama and longing and narcissism and self-disgust. I dress how I want. I am a thousand different creatures depending on the day. Fashion and style are thought-provoking, exuberant, fascinating and fun.