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Happy Black History Month This post is an extended version of a comment I made on Brittany Lloyd's substack, because it deserved to be an article. Decolonisation has to be an everyday act. I know this from my own attempts: how often do you turn to the 'worthy' thing you might be doing, rather than... Continue Reading →
Just because nobody invited me doesn’t mean I can’t have fun. Desert Island Discs is one of the all-time great interview formats. Partially a way for politicians and public figures to curate an artistic identity which speaks to how they present themselves [1] but moreso a way to understand the things which formed interesting people,... Continue Reading →
In which Élise schemes and Raoul charms. Catch up with Fantôme from the beginning Suddenly, Raoul was at his most charming. His beatific happiness was evident from his face and carried into his manner, and all the ladies of his sister-in-law's circle dissolved into fits of giggles at his charm. Previously handsome but stoic, considered... Continue Reading →
Digital hoarding and organisation tips from your friendly neighbourhood librarian. I make playlists. Every year Spotify unwrapped tells me three things consistently: I listen to more music than most people, I statistically make my own playlists, and I am a top listener of Taylor Swift. I would like to assert that in order to make... Continue Reading →
or, the power of the narrative you want to believe. It was reading New York Magazine's interpretation of Patient Zero that really hammered home to me how much people have the blinkers on about Taylor Swift. To me, this song was an obvious homage to a friend [1] who is "sick of him" but still... Continue Reading →
A step-by-step guide to creating custom growth, commonplace, reflection and daily planning journals. I have kept a journal on-and-off for what feels like my whole life. I have diaries dating back to being 12, and I currently go through one notebook in about three months. Neither the past or the present is more awkward, or... Continue Reading →
'When I am rich,' say the bells of Shoreditch
An American Story.
How do you separate people you used to know from people you DO know?
Paint me in oils, don't take a photo.
