Amsterdam. Paris. Ibiza. That’s her circuit. She showed up on my instagram after gushing over TRIANGL bikinis (even though, admittedly, it’s not a bikini summer for me). She’s also a bit of a zingara – which is praiseworthy in my books. Now I’m hooked on Lizzy and thankfully, she has a blog to keep me satiated. Daily dose of long hair and short skirts and Chanel boy bags. How many does she own? Who knows! I lost count once she started introducing them two-by-two with her sister, the Prince Harry of the duo. 
I wonder if she’s got the same blue blood as Chiara Ferragni and the other European socialites that just so happen to break into the fashion scene ensconced in Missoni at Hotel Du Cap-Eden-Roc; drinking with Lapo, besties with Karl, got Terry on speed dial for outfit shoots, Tori asked me to be brand ambassador, again. And Anna? The Eurotrash probably prefer Carine, the Rottweiler of fashion, to Wintour.
