DSTRKT

So last night after work I went to DSTRKT club on Rupert Street for the finale of Estonian's Next Top Model.

I was sat at a table with a property developer and his date (my ex-boyfriend's aunt who is still in the process of a divorce), his employee (my friend, with me as his plus one), a mortgage broker and his Russian ballet dancer affair/new wife.

The night essentially consisted of a million awkward conversations, dancing to 'house' and gagging on oysters.

I did not stop eating between 9-12, so much so that when I woke up the next morning I was immediately sick. A tactical pre-lecture chunder.

I don't know which Estonian won, they all looked the same to me.

River Island / BFC/ JN Motion

So I did a two day film shoot, first day green screen second day at St Pancras Renaissance Hotel.

The second day was 18 hours, it was intense to say the least. But I got to have Cooks (apparently called Ehsan) as my director and I had my hair cut and coloured to look like the other girl's reflection.

Highlights include:

- flying in a harness on green screen

- the sets; upside down rooms and thousands of petals

- skateboarding through the halls of St Pancras

- spilling a can of coke down the world renounced main staircase

- THE FOOD!

http://vimeo.com/36893172

WOW

'Apparently I speak my mind after 18 wines...

Sorry baby, could have been a bit more tactful xx'

Tatler

At the Dorchester for Adler Jewellery

Hristus se rodi

Vaistina se rodi

My family is pretty useless with tradition but at least we had a (late) lunch together.

Serbia

had its highs and lows... so in that order:

Had a great New Years in Aleksandrovac with Dusan, Bane and co.

Got to see Mina, Jovana, Ana Zarecki, Milica Vuleta, Radinovici, Durici, Beocanini, Marko Beocanin, Marko Militic, Marko Stefanovic, Lazar, my grandparents, my great aunt Ruza and other friends and family.

Enjoyed lovely meals with my aunts.

I got all four for my wisdom teeth taken out.

My grandmother is going slightly senile, started arguing and crying over minor issues.

Went to Dragica Starinac's grave on the 1st of January to clean it and light candles.

I watched my uncle's hands go blue with cold as he washed and scrubbed the stone, I was of little use but full of thoughts.

Marko Stefanovic's father died on the 30th December. A total tragedy.

My thoughts for 2012 will be with him.