Quills starring the dastardly delectable Geoffrey Rush as Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade. I squeal with delight every single time I hear him utter the line: "The price, my coquette, is every bit as firm as I am".
A white silk pillowcase: blessed as I am with my mother's complexion, a silk pillowcase smoothes my skin whilst I dream. It also helps to keep my hair shiny and split-end free until the next date with the hairdresser.
The works of Dorothy Parker. Ms Parker's works thrum with sass and witty sarcasm. I love her apparent "write and be damned" attitude. I respect and admire her human rights campaigning in 1920s America. She was once imprisoned for "criminal mischief" which strikes me as just the kind of "crime" that proves one is uninhibitedly creative and determined not to conform to what is expected.
The exquisite jewellery of Shaun Leane: who doesn't love a bauble or two?
Ortigia: Scicilian fragrances, candles, body lotions and other potions....mmm, so evocative. Conjouring images of lush villa gardens, fiery Tuscan sunsets and long summer nights.
Latex, obviously! This wonderous fabric has transformative powers, and flattens, contours and sculpts where it touches. If you've never tried it, you don't know what you're missing. Black is de riguer, but lately, I've found myself hankering after red.
Heels, especially patent leather ones with very pointed toes and spindly stiletto heels.
A peacock feather cape: I would wear it with very skinny black leather leggings, a pair of the shoes mentioned above, huge sunglasses and Marie Antionette-style hair!
Gloves, gloves, gloves! I love 'em. My next pair will be a pair of scarlet red fingerless driving gloves. I'll wear them with my black wool cape and a Dick Dastardly expression!
A moment's repose for thoughtful reflection. Don't you ever feel like just being quiet?
Latex stockings and spiked heels. My favourite aesthetic.