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There’s a particular type of rain that exists only in Britain. Not the dramatic tropical downpours that have the decency to announce themselves with darkening skies and ominous rumbles. Not the refreshing summer shower that clears the air and smells like renewal. No, I’m talking about that uniquely British precipitation that I’ve come to think … Read more
The first time I wore tartan to London Fashion Week, I thought I was being ironic and subversive. This was 2010, and my vintage Vivienne Westwood tartan mini worn with massive platforms and a leather jacket felt like a punk-inspired middle finger to the minimalist aesthetic dominating runways at the time. I was insufferably pleased … Read more
The first time I wore tartan to London Fashion Week, I thought I was being ironic and subversive. This was 2010, and my vintage Vivienne Westwood tartan mini worn with massive platforms and a leather jacket felt like a punk-inspired middle finger to the minimalist aesthetic dominating runways at the time. I was insufferably pleased … Read more
There’s something almost comical about the phrase “new heritage brand.” It’s an oxymoron, isn’t it? Heritage implies history, legacy, dust gathering on leather-bound ledgers in some atmospheric workshop that’s been operating since Queen Victoria was on the throne. Yet here we are in 2025, and some of the most interesting British brands are precisely those … Read more
I have a confession to make: I’ve never owned anything from Burberry. Not a scarf, not a trench coat, not even a lipstick. This is something of a cardinal sin for a British fashion editor, akin to a French fashion editor admitting they’ve never worn Chanel. It’s not that I don’t appreciate Burberry—I do, enormously. … Read more
There’s a special kind of British misery that emerges around day three of a heatwave. That point when the novelty of actual sunshine has worn off, when every conversation begins with “hot enough for you?” and ends with a detailed description of how poorly everyone slept. When the collective national mood shifts from “isn’t this … Read more
Last November, I found myself in a chic little café in the Marais district of Paris, nursing an overpriced coffee and attempting to look like I belonged. I was there to interview Camille Charrière—the half-French, half-British influencer whose effortless style has amassed her over a million Instagram followers—for a feature on Anglo-French fashion exchanges. As … Read more
The most quintessentially British beach memory I have doesn’t involve sunshine, ice cream, or even swimming. It’s of my dad stubbornly setting up a windbreak on a Cornish beach during what can only be described as a horizontal rain situation, declaring “We’ve come for a beach day and we’re bloody well having one,” while my … Read more
The most quintessentially British beach memory I have doesn’t involve sunshine, ice cream, or even swimming. It’s of my dad stubbornly setting up a windbreak on a Cornish beach during what can only be described as a horizontal rain situation, declaring “We’ve come for a beach day and we’re bloody well having one,” while my … Read more
It started, as many questionable decisions in my life have, with a late-night online shopping session and a glass of wine. I was scrolling through my emails, deleting the usual barrage of promotional messages, when a Boden sale announcement caught my eye. 50% off selected items. Free delivery. Returns extended to 60 days. The holy … Read more