I Got Into An Argument About Whether Sneakers to an Interview Is Okay
Declan and I were half way through a bottle of Malbec at Priya’s flat in November when things got heated. The argument, such as it was, was about nothing particularly…












































































Declan and I were half way through a bottle of Malbec at Priya’s flat in November when things got heated. The argument, such as it was, was about nothing particularly…
For a long time I boycotted beige. Factually-speaking: my logic, such as it was, went something like this: beige is what colour aspirations start out as and then become if…
For years I avoided beige like it was the clothing version of speaking up at a dinner party. Boring, unassuming, it whispered of people who don’t want to offend by…
I tricked myself into thinking I hated barrel leg jeans for nearly three years. Believed they were invented with one purpose in mind; to make otherwise fabulous individuals think they’ve…
I used to think loafers were the sensible shoe. You know the one. The loafers. The thing you wear when you’ve stopped trying to pretend your legs go anywhere near…
A few years ago I saw someone at a wedding twist around for the group photo and watch his blazer silently rip. There was no tearing sound that rose over…
A grey roll neck earns its place in an office rotation for reasons that have nothing to do with trend cycles. The colour reads as considered rather than corporate, softer…
For years I believed brown was defeatists choice when it came to blazers. The sad forfeit trophy next to navy and black, that you choose when the shop has been…
There is a particular kind of black blouse that earns its keep within a fortnight and one that sits at the back of the rail looking faintly apologetic, and the…
I spent about three years thinking broderie meant summer wedding, full stop, nothing else, and I have a photo from 2019 to prove it, standing in a car park in…