Social media gave us constant access to our friends' lives, but quietly replaced the conversations that made us feel close. Your friend uploads an Instagram Story. You watch it while waiting for the bus, react with a heart, and continue scrolling. By the end of the day, you've seen where they spent the weekend, what they ordered for brunch, and who they were with. Weeks later, you realise you haven't actually spoken to them. Somewhere along the way, watching began to feel lik

The other day, my sister and I were talking about personal style when she casually pointed out that I never seem to stick to one. I'm always trying something new, always dressing like a different version of myself. I laughed when she said it. Then I went home and couldn't stop thinking about it. Because she wasn't wrong. Maybe I've spent years chasing trends, trying to build a style that finally feels like mine. Trying to find somewhere to belong. And somewhere along the way,

For six seasons, that table belonged to them. In the middle of Manhattan, it was always the same scene: four women, one brunch table, and perhaps the safest seating arrangement in the city. Whatever chaos waited outside could stay there. Even when New York seemed determined to humble them, there was comfort in knowing that, inside that restaurant, everyone had a seat and everyone had a turn to speak. When one of them cried, another ordered another round of coffee. When someon

Inside the wine bar where southern European ease, Spaghetti Western cinema, and creative culture meet. Set inside a converted horse stable on Lonsdale Road Mews, Bar Blondie feels less like a restaurant built around a concept and more like a room someone has been waiting to invite you into.

After an intense and dramatic acne breakout, I did the unthinkable. I googled how to get rid of the scars, and my algorithm across all social media was never the same again. Big captions that say: “How to go from average to gorgeous”, “Learn more about your aura”, “Are you dark autumn or dark winter?”, and my favorite, “How to fix crow’s feet without Botox” (I’m not embarrassed to say that I didn’t know what crow’s feet were and why I should fix them). The language used in th

Would you still want your dream life if nobody could ever see it? I recently watched a video where someone was asked a question that should have had the easiest answer imaginable: If you could go on a completely free vacation, but you weren’t allowed to take a single photo or video for social media, would you still go? She firmly said no. Apparently, she was trying to grow her social media, and if she couldn’t post about the experience or gain followers from it, she didn’t ev

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.