My sister Priya was standing in my hallway last October, dressed and ready to leave for a birthday dinner, when she asked me to measure her. Not weigh. Measure. Like…
I scrolled through three saved searches of me trying to find a specific Chloé bag last night, because lets face it when it comes to internet shopping nothing gets you…
Someone once told me that if you’re under five foot four you should “steer well clear” of any boots above mid calf, because they’ll “cut the leg in half and…
I was halfway through chewing someone’s homemade tagine when Fran’s boyfriend nudged him across the dinner table and said “weren’t those boots a bit… 2013?” and I nearly choked on…
My sister Freya said two words at a wedding we attended in October that have stuck with me ever since. I’d stepped into a pair of knee high boots with…
In 2019 I told my sister corsets were medieval torture devices Victorians tricked women into wearing to rearrange their organs, and if she bought that one from the market trader…
I owned a biker jacket for four years before I admitted the leather was actually pleather, and it told on me properly the first time it rained in Manchester. It…
I spent about three years convinced cargo trousers were a costume for people who cycle unnecessarily fast through London parks, and I owed the entire category an apology the day…
I spent years thinking a black cropped top meant a going out top, the kind you wear once to a bar in 2016 and then it lives at the bottom…
Grey solves the problem black biker jackets create after dark, which is that everything starts to look like the same silhouette under bar lighting. A good grey biker holds its…