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
I’ve spent £432.78 on black tights this month. No, I haven’t lost my mind (well, no more than usual). I’ve been conducting what might be the most quintessentially British fashion experiment possible: finding the perfect pair of black tights. My bank account manager has concerns. My boyfriend thinks I’ve joined some kind of hosiery cult. … Read more
I still have the last thing I ever bought from Topshop—a slightly ridiculous patent leather mini skirt that I absolutely did not need but couldn’t resist. It was January 2021, the final online sale before they shuttered forever, and I panic-purchased it while sitting in my pyjamas, feeling like I was witnessing the end of … Read more
I was thirty minutes into my first proper country house weekend when I realized I’d made a terrible mistake. Standing in the muddy driveway of my university friend Charlotte’s family home in the Cotswolds, I looked down at my pristine white trainers (already speckled with suspicious brown dots) and then at everyone else’s well-worn boots, … Read more
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 family trip to Debenhams. I was thirteen, wearing an alarmingly shiny lip gloss and a Tammy Girl top that I thought made me look sophisticated … Read more