Name… max. Or maxfab, max-logic, max power, or Maxine depending on who you ask.

Passion… Words. Nothing affects me more. The right sequence of words can lift me up, kick me down, bolster me for battle, or soothe me into submission. Words have transformative powers.

9 to 5… Digital Media Manager

Shameless plug… max-logic.com. Dating, relationship, sex, life according to my special kind of logic. Which may not actually be logic at all.

Favourite heel… Christian Louboutin Helmut Pumps. My God. Hands down the sexiest shoes ever to touch a foot.

Home is... my little sister. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, if I can see or hear her, I’m home.

I overcome a ¨broken heel¨ by… laughing it off. What else can you do?

I confess I am… hopelessly unglamourous. When I’m in the streets I’m groomed and glam, but I’m happiest when I’m bare-faced and bumming out in baggy sweat pants and a wife beater. No bra.

If I had one wish… I would waste it on something random and then kick myself for not wishing for more wishes. What can I say? I’m a poor planner.

Beauty is… authenticity. Nothing is uglier than fakeness.

I absolutely love… love. Witnessing people love each other makes me smile.

My role model is… my mum. She lived life on her own terms long before it was trendy to do so and she paid a huge price for it. But she refuses to ever conform. I like to think I inherited that from her.

I want to be remembered for…understanding people. I think everyone wants someone in their lives who “gets” them. That’s the person I want to be.

You make a difference by… being who you are. You can’t get anything done in life if you’re faking your funk.

Last words… give good hugs. Nothing sucks more than a crappy hug.