Lil’ Red is my baby sister. She is altogether cooler than me, wears an awful lot of skinny jeans and leopard print heels, and has one of those fringes that you DO NOT TOUCH unless you want her to scratch your eyes out.
Lil’ Red is an artiste. And not one of those teenage angsty emo poet types (well, not any more) but a rather good one. So when, one fateful night in Soho, I discovered that a significant amount of people I didn’t particularly fancy knowing my secret identity had stumbled across the blog and kinda figured from the not-so-subtle pictures I used to have on here, I needed to take some action. So I called Lil’ Red and offered her pennies to do me some doodles (she refused, and chose to hold this favour over me for the rest of my life instead) and Red Ritzi was born. You’ll see them pop up all over the shop, but for now, here are some of my faves.
And my personal favourite (you haven’t seen this yet but BELIEVE ME you will be doing soon…