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 →
Girl Dinner with Late Romantic
A recipe that isn't a recipe. It’s the moments we are alone that we truly decide who we are. When my husband went away this week, I found myself living just as quietly as I do when he’s here: I listened to music, I cooked my favourite lazy food, and I went to bed early.... Continue Reading →
My Personal Canon
ie the books you should read to understand me, with film and music pairings
Love Songs In Middle-Age
I am 31 and fully dead. Lloyd Cole says the first song he ever wrote about being middle-aged was Hey Rusty. Anybody listening to his 1987 album 'Mainstream' can tell he's having a bit of an identity crisis: songs like Sean Penn Blues and My Bag are sharp satires of a world Cole doesn't seem... Continue Reading →
Monterey Bay Aquarium / Miami
A poem about commuting.
Ludgate Hill
A poem about commuting.
Digital Hoarding
Why do I feel compelled to save pictures?
A House of Bootlegs
Growing up in a house of bootlegs, and developing my own music collection.
Essential Gig Etiquette Tips for Concertgoers
It was my great joy to see Ms Rebecca Black live last week when she brought her Salvation tour to London. I've been so glad to see her reach her potential, and I bought the ticket mainly to support an indie artist, since I'm really much too old to be heading to the club on... Continue Reading →
Meeting My Younger Self for Coffee
I saw this in Vogue and thought I'd do it myself.
Late Romantic 