Someone once famously told me, shouting into the ether of an overcrowded room, “Politics is like LA for ugly people!” And as I sipped an eye-wateringly expensive gin and tonic, I started to ponder whether that might be changing within our current zeitgeist.

The tech bros have a crush on fashion, and like most people with crushes, they're trying, to say the least. However, putting Kylie Jenner in Meta AI glasses feels a bit like putting a supermodel next to fast cars in a beer commercial from the 80s. No shade to King Kylie, but her placement in this arena feels like superficial signalling of It Girl status, in exactly the same way an 80s beer commercial thought it could signal manhood by parking a supermodel next to a fast car.

A funk isn't a mood. It's the distance between you and yourself, and every piece of self-care advice you've ever ignored is a way of closing it. I love my birthday, I really do. I tell people I don't care about it, which is a lie I've told for years with total commitment. I love a second margarita at Ellie's bar in East London without a flicker of guilt. I love buying a new dress to wear on the night and maybe twice more, except my birthday is in September, so its second outi

Over the last couple of months, I've been lucky enough to intern as an editorial copy editor for this magazine. What an honour. I have worked with countless confident, inspirational women who write with awe-inspiring intelligence and emotional literacy. The pride the Roe girls have as women in today's society is incredible. With full transparency, I sometimes pinch myself that I get to be part of such a community. With that said, I like to consider myself like them, but most

I spent years chasing the next version of my life. Then I started wondering what would happen if I finally stopped. For as long as I can remember, there has always been something I wanted. Sometimes it was something material, sometimes something emotional: a thing, a person, an opportunity, a dream or a version of myself that I thought would finally make me happy. I could spend months, sometimes years, working towards something and imagining how different I would feel once I

There are a few notable ways to age backwards: Botox, biohacking… and dance parties until 5 a.m. for three nights in a row with your twenty-something new gay husbands on a group trip to Saint-Marguerite-sur-Mer. A fourth night was not on the cards. But Knight of Wands, Three of Swords, and The Devil reversed were. We took the last train back to Paris late Sunday evening. Sleep deprivation aside, the trip to the countryside was exactly the reset I needed. Dating can be exhaust

Let's call him Owen. He was eight years old, and he couldn't read. At first, he hid it well. The moment I assigned an activity that involved any kind of literacy, he acted out. Throwing his computer mouse, arguing. Twice, he took off running and made me chase him around the building. While the other kids worked on their assignments, he sat in time-out. Free to doze off, daydream, anything but read. This was the summer after my junior year of film school. I was a counse

Every time my thumb hovers over the “post” button, I hesitate. Then comes the familiar, grating internal interrogation. Who do you think you are? And yet, eventually, I pluck up the courage to hit post anyway. Lately, this has been happening to me over and over again. Whether it's on Instagram, TikTok or, more recently, Substack, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed to put myself out there. At the start of 2026, I decided I was going to be more proactive about chasing m

After more than 20 years in France and a Michelin-starred restaurant in Paris, Mexican chefs Kike Casarrubias and Mon Estrada are opening Papalote in Barcelona, bringing Mexican memory, French technique and Mediterranean influence into the next chapter of their story. A restaurant can be a new address. For Kike Casarrubias and Mon Estrada, Papalote is something more complicated: a new chapter in a story that began in Mexico, developed in France, and is now arriving in Barc

We've spent so long being told that female suffering is intrinsic that we've begun to buy into the lie ourselves. It's time to take back the responsibility of advocating for ourselves. Fifteen hours into what was supposed to be a magical family holiday in Kauai, I found myself in a narrow bed with a scratchy blanket in the island's only emergency room. I waited for the combination of morphine and Dilaudid to kick in while I vomited into a hospital-issued bag that my mum said

When good taste becomes too easy to replicate, looking strange might be the ultimate status symbol. Margiela Tabis look like hooves. Chanel sent models down the runway in sandals designed to make them appear barefoot. Moschino turned an apple into a handbag. Miu Miu made the kind of fleece you might expect to see on a tech employee grabbing coffee before work into a luxury object. None of these products is conventionally beautiful, and that is increasingly the point.

Yasmin Suteja has spent the last decade being both the person in the image and the person making the image. Now she is questioning the machine that decides what we see, what we want, how we see ourselves, and even whether our choices are really ours. There is something pretty surreal about interviewing someone you have been told is your double, literally... Yasmin's mother had already decided we were alike before we met. By the time we sat down together for the interview,

As I sit in my childhood room, reading Pretty Little Liars, I envy a time that I barely know. I yearn for the days when, if you wanted a shirt, you had to wait until you could go to the mall to buy it, when your phone was used for calls and short text messages. Or when you waited until Sunday evening for the new episode of your favourite show. I miss when my life wasn't so consumed by a world that isn't even real. When I doomscroll on my phone at 3 pm, I wonder: if I were nin

I see so many successful, beautiful women building businesses, creating ecosystems for other women, growing communities, achieving wealth and becoming an inspiration to women around the world. Outspoken women who stand firmly and unapologetically in who they are. Women with so much inner power that you cannot miss them or ignore their message. Women you admire not only for what they have achieved, but for who they are and the path they took to get there. And yet, somehow, the

I recently got laid off from my architecture job because of budget cuts, and, to be honest, I gave my blood, sweat and tears to land that position. Five years of studying, two internships, volunteering, and hundreds of applications that led to hundreds of rejections. I should also admit that I applied to the same studio twice before finally landing the position. After the initial shock and a little reflection, I had a wave of realisation: the economy is fucked, so I might as