Shush little birdy… you think you figured me all out, don’t you? Well don’t sweat on it, I am about to share with you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

My name is Shannon, I just turned 19, and I have been modelling fulltime for the past 4 years. You know, who I am referring to, no? that girl with exotic beauty “accidentally” flashing her CK knickers and sculpted ass on every billboard in town: OOPSY!  Since I have seen you carbon copying my look for months now, we can both cut the bullshit and admit that we are equally aware of our existence.

So back to our secret: I have always daydreamt about being a Versace goddess, but who are we kidding? Both you and I are light years away from that heavenly perfection, and before you know it, we embodied the hungry grumpy grungy persona to camouflage our cosmic disappointment for not winning the DNA lottery.

But hold your horses, the part is not fully developed without the most important accessory of all: the BOY! And my oh my, haven’t I found the perfect one: Eric the indie boy. A cocktail of mainstream brands, with Californian prints, and wannabe ghetto grooming. Can you beat that? I didn’t think so.