Or, If I'm Staring At You It's Because I Want To Be Friends Did anybody tell you, when you were young, that 'it's not a fashion parade'? I see you. I see you and your meticulous eye for detail, your desire to live the fantasy version of yourself. Because yes - yes it is a... Continue Reading →
How to be an It Girl
What, like it's hard? Everyone glamorous is pretending. For sure. It's easy to look good if everyone wants you to: when the designer fits the dress to you, when somebody is paid to make sure your shoes match your look, when the photographs of you will sell, then it becomes an industry to get you... Continue Reading →
… I kind of really relate to Jordan Peterson, actually?
Jordan Peterson is a cautionary tale for people with Late Romantic proclivities.
Cher Lloyd was ahead of her time.
When was the last time you listened to Cher Lloyd?
Some Thoughts On The Eras Tour Film
Hi, it's me, a veteran gig-goer, film fan, and card(igan)-carrying Swiftie, here to break down the Eras tour movie and tell you what you want to know. Beware setlist spoilers and biased criticism.
My Journey To Breakfast At Tiffany’s
My first encounter with Breakfast At Tiffany’s was Audrey Hepburn in Givenchy and rhinestones. Like a lot of little girls, I had the calendar and the costume jewellery and a battery-powered vintage-looking alarm clock that had the Robert McGinnis poster emblazoned on it in technicolour - one that I kept long after it stopped functioning... Continue Reading →
‘Gilded Glamour’: A Met Gala Digest
Another instalment in my annual review of the Met Gala looks.
‘In America’: A Met Gala Digest
Another instalment in my annual Met Gala digest.
Fuck The Dress Code
An old article from Lamp & Owl magazine.
Late Romantic 