Here’s what I refuse to wear from the Y2K resurgence: low- rise jeans. I know they’re back, because my assistant Taylor keeps sending me pictures of celebrities and Model Hallwalkers™…
Picture it: 2003. Beyoncé is telling us to “get up offa that couch,” Lost fans are wondering what the shark smells like, and I’m a hormonal teenage girl browsing the…
Let me explain why I spotted Olivia Colman in Tesco Metro and how it changed my perception of down-to-earth style forever. So it was around three years ago and I…
I have arrived late to work seventeen times in the last year. It’s not because I’m disorganised or dreadful with time-keeping – well, perhaps I am dreadful with timekeeping –…
Ok let’s get something off our chests – We’ve all had days where we feel messy and unkempt inside and out. Those days when your life resembles a hot mess…
I’ve always been shit at maths. Properly rubbish. Ask anyone – I’m the guy who cried in front of the class when Year 10 teachers realised they couldn’t stamp down…
Shopping has never been my forte. I’ve made a conscious effort not to buy for fashion’s sake. But in reality, I’m a big ol’stress shopper. Ask my bank account. Ask…
How To Avoid Styling Yourself into Invisibility (Without Dressing Like a Peacock) Many years ago I realised that there were two types of clothes horror stories: the ones that drew…
I’ll never forget when I finally understood fashion. I was trying on a navy wool blazer at an indie vintage shop in Manchester. It was ludicrously expensive for me—cost more…
Last winter I experienced a wake-up call. I’d skipped outside in a brand new pair of suede loafers and stylish-yet-so-ultra-thin-it-may-as-well-be-paper coat, inspired by Instagram influencers wearing adorable slip dresses and…