
How to Look Like You Summer in the Cotswolds (Even If You Don’t)
Let me confess something straight away: despite writing a fashion column for years and cultivating what I like to think is a fairly discerning eye for style, I have a…
Let me confess something straight away: despite writing a fashion column for years and cultivating what I like to think is a fairly discerning eye for style, I have a…
Let me paint you a picture. It’s December 14th. The time is 6:43pm. I’m wedged in the armpit of a stranger on the Northern Line, sweat beading despite the subzero…
Every May, like clockwork, fashion magazines and websites across Britain optimistically trot out their summer capsule wardrobe features. You’ve seen them—all breezy linen shirts, strappy sandals, and floaty dresses in…
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 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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
My first proper memory of a department store beauty hall was getting absolutely bollocked by my mum for spraying too much Tommy Girl perfume on my wrists during a rare…
The British beach holiday is a triumph of optimism over meteorological reality. Show me someone packing a suitcase for a UK coastal break, and I’ll show you someone who’s included…
I bought my first “investment piece” when I was 24, fresh out of university and working on a salary that barely covered London rent and my deeply unfortunate Pinot Grigio…