Fashion has never been just about clothes; it's a visual archive of who we are, a personal mythology we project onto the world. What makes fashion so powerful, and frankly, a little dangerous, is its ability to shape our most intimate, everyday rituals while remaining almost invisible. Every morning, when you slip on a shirt, you're stepping into a vast network that stretches from farms and artisans to global economics, psychology, and anthropology. But somewhere along the wa

Let’s honestly talk about love, money, female friendship, and the luxury of never having to settle. The other day, completely unprovoked, I heard myself say something that would've horrified twenty-year-old me. "I think the only man I actually need in my life is an asset manager." Not a boyfriend, not a husband, or even a “soulmate” - But someone who understands compound interest… Someone who can explain whether my money is sitting in the right place...

Nobody prepares you for that friendship that just quietly stops. Not with a fight, not with a conversation, not with any kind of closure. Just the slow, gradual realization that the messages have become less frequent, the plans less concrete and one day you are not entirely sure when you last spoke. No drama. No ending. Just a fade so gradual you almost missed it happening. And then the guilt. The low-grade, persistent guilt of having let something that once mattered just d

A few weeks ago, I found myself deep in a YouTube rabbit hole watching someone explain Sabrina Carpenter's place in heteropessimism. It was one of those ideas that seems, at first glance, either like profound cultural criticism or exquisitely packaged word vomit. The term heteropessimism, coined by writer Asa Seresin, describes the performative public disavowal of heterosexuality: the jokes about how terrible men are, the declarations that dating is hopeless, the "I wish I we

Why does nightlife feel like it no longer belongs to the girls? I hesitated to publish this piece because conversations about men and dating online are often flattened into “women hate men” discourse. That isn’t what this is. Any respectful man is just as uncomfortable with the constant harassment women experience. What started as a joke about the absurdity of certain men on a night out became a much bigger question: Why does nightlife suddenly feel so different for women? Th

Love might bring two people together. But what happens when your partner becomes your business partner, your biggest critic, your biggest supporter, and the person sitting beside you when the dream gets difficult?

For the past year, I've noticed something I can't seem to unsee. Every beauty campaign suddenly looks like a dinner table. I saw a sunscreen advertisement with the brand's name carved into a block of butter. Then came moisturizers piped like whipped cream, perfumes that smelled like vanilla cake, glazed donut skin, strawberry girl makeup, blueberry milk nails, latte makeup. Somewhere along the way, beauty stopped borrowing from fashion and started borrowing from food. Everyth

We are a generation that has chosen ambition and success over romantic connection. Unless you were one of the unfortunate ones who found your husband in high school. In my earlier years, I prided myself on curating my personality into being ‘wife’ material, whatever that means. I prioritised being financially savvy, unburdensome, independent and visually appealing. To men, or whatever. Creative, ambitious, academic, extroverted enough not to be perceived by my boyfriend’s fri

I came from the “like” generation. The generation of teenagers who randomly put “like, like, just like randomly in a like sentence”. You may also know me from the “random” generation. The one where “random” was the answer to any question.  A middle-to-late-aged millennial. We aren’t the most popular, and that’s fine. Despite the fact that we were pre-internet, post-not-having-a-TV and missing what many believe is a core character-building quality: watching The Simpsons. 

Olivia Rodrigo's new album, you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love, reminds me of the heartbreak of a woman who sacrifices herself in order to keep a relationship alive: a fatal ritual of young womanhood. After spending three years in an emotionally depleting relationship, the album reminded me of what lost hope feels like, and yet the most painful part is the regret that follows after the fantasy dies. After losing both my father and the relationship I had spent three yea

My love life has always been the most complicated part of my life. Tangled up in waiting, hope, disappointment, insecurity, and longing. Love, in that sense, has always felt out of reach. So I turned to someone who could never disappoint me or make me feel insecure and sad. He was handsome, kind, caring. He was simply always there. Every now and then, over the years, I would hear someone say, or realise it myself, that I idealised men, relationships, and love. But it was only

Why is forming and maintaining friendships so much harder in 2026? – A question that’s been looming over us since the rise of the digital age, reaching its peak after COVID. We’re more connected than ever, but many people have never felt so lonely. As human beings, we crave closeness: a sense of community, people we can rely on and fall back on. There was a time when generations before us knew their neighbours. When they could simply ‘drop by’ and check on a friend if they we

I don't own a single piece of clothing from the athleisure brand TALA, but I've watched almost every bit of content from their latest creator brand trip. I'm entranced by the world they've built on Instagram, and that entrancement grew tenfold when they took it offline to create an immersive, luxury-branded holiday: "Hotel TALA." Sun-drenched villas, morning pilates, beach volleyball with the ocean as an audience. The content was beautiful, but that isn't what hooked me. It

Three years, one breakup, and the woman who taught me the love story I was looking for wasn't romantic. I am twenty-three years old and, as a rite of passage, I have finally started watching Sex and the City. The first time I ever watched an episode, I was twenty. At the time, I had a terrible self-tan, a nose ring, and a tooth gem. Looking back, that version of me feels less like my younger self and more like a stranger staring back at me in the mirror. I was in the middle o

The most dangerous sentence a man can say in a marriage might be this: “Just make me a list.” On the surface, it sounds helpful. Cooperative, even. A man offering to pitch in, to carry part of the load, to prove he’s willing to help run the household. But to many women, that sentence lands very differently. Because the list he’s asking for, the one he’s willing to complete, is already running silently in someone else’s head. Usually hers. Always mine. The mental load has been