ASOS floral midi dress
I write this from atop a precarious mountain of luggage, stacked in the corner of a bright pink building in Venice Beach. Before me lies Venice and all its famed peculiarities: a cyclist is riding past with a surfboard hitched to his side, and homeless people are bickering so emphatically that I'm not sure whether they're just playing up for attention.
Tonight I'll be meeting my name doppelgänger* from The Penelope Times, and before that, a spot of shooting in the sand with my fellow Adelaide homegirl Jasmin. (*Name doppelganger: that's right, her name is also Chanelle L. Who run the world? Chanelles.)
But first, coffee. (My chances of finding a decent brew here are pitiful...patience, Chanelle, patience.)