The Investment Wellies That Don’t Make You Look Like a Garden Center Mannequin
You know what’s funny about working in finance? We analyze risk-reward ratios all day long, but put me in front of a festival lineup and suddenly I’m making the same…
You know what’s funny about working in finance? We analyze risk-reward ratios all day long, but put me in front of a festival lineup and suddenly I’m making the same…
Last week I was grabbing coffee near my office when I ran into Sarah, a stylist I know from various industry events. She was clutching two massive Primark bags and…
There’s a chair in my bedroom that’s basically given up its original purpose. You know the one – that piece of furniture that’s become a weird purgatory for clothes that…
So there I was last month, standing in Edinburgh airport watching my suitcase disappear onto the Dublin carousel while I was supposed to be speaking at a sustainable fashion panel…
Okay, so I need to confess something that might sound absolutely ridiculous coming from someone who regularly drops $300 on Theory blazers: I am completely obsessed with charity shops. I…
I need to tell you about the time I saw Olivia Colman at Tesco Metro in Clapham, because it completely changed how I think about real-world style versus what we…
I was at this fashion editor dinner in London last month – you know, one of those things where everyone’s pretending the tiny portions are actually satisfying while secretly planning…
You know that moment when your weather app shows 19°C and suddenly half of London loses its collective mind? I swear, the first properly warm day here is like watching…
I was standing in this tiny workroom in Hackney last month, watching a woman who had to be in her sixties cutting fabric with scissors that probably cost more than…
I’m pretty sure the first time I tried to do that whole “capsule holiday wardrobe” thing was for a trip to Cornwall when I was like twenty-four. I’d been following…
There’s this moment every October—usually when I’m standing at the bus stop getting absolutely soaked because I thought a denim jacket would cut it for another week—when I finally admit…
God, I still cringe thinking about my denim collection from three years ago. Picture this: me, standing in my tiny Portland apartment bedroom at 7:30 AM, already running late for…