In an industry often obsessed with prestige, perfection, and white tablecloth performance, Auguste is doing something different. Hidden in the heart of London Fields, the restaurant founded by Dylan Walters and Michael Bagnall feels less like a traditional dining destination and more like an ongoing creative experiment; one built on Abruzzese cuisine, community, nostalgia, theatre, and a healthy disregard for convention. Inspired by Edward Hopper's Soir Bleu, the philosophy o

A few weeks ago, I went on a date with a guy I had been admiring from afar for quite some time, someone I had built up into a sort of icon in my mind. At first glance, he was genuinely charming. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and our perspectives on life and core values aligned almost seamlessly. But as the minutes ticked by at the table, a detail caught my eye that made it impossible for the magic to last: his real-life style had absolutely nothing to do with the high

I’ve always found it interesting what humans choose to cling to amidst a life where everything is fleeting. People, places, music, and even objects. As I write this, I’m wearing one of those objects: a cheap pair of wired headphones I’ve grown so attached to that they’re basically built into my personality. I bought them at Liverpool Street Station the day my AirPods tragically died of old age. I couldn’t stomach the thought of making my nightly commute without a soundtrack a

Put a woman in a nice outfit, a red lipstick, and sit her inside a Mercedes, and suddenly there it is: every man's dream. Put long legs on a leather car seat, and there you have the best-selling product known to human history. But what is the product, exactly? The car or the woman? They were always presented the same way: glossy, expensive, desirable, and silent. For decades, luxury advertising relied on women not as consumers, but as visual symbols of possession. Perfume cam

There is a very specific kind of crying that belongs exclusively to your twenties. It’s those moments when you collapse onto the bathroom floor at midnight, sit on a crowded subway car, or let yourself drop onto the rug at home. It is the exact moment when you realize, through silent sobs, that the world is too heavy, expectations are too sharp, and you are utterly alone. Maybe it’s a devastating breakup, a profound loss, or maybe the person you have lost is yourself. Maybe y

On collective power, emotional exhaustion, and the quiet hope that humanity remembers itself. Alright, this is gonna hit a bit differently. I just finished watching The Greatest Night in Pop on Netflix, and honestly… I am not able to stop thinking about it. I clicked on it after seeing a glimpse of Michael Jackson in the teaser, and considering my ongoing obsession with him, I thought let’s just see what this is about. And man, let me tell ya, it. did. not. miss! Not just bec

There is a Beginning and There is an End. A kiss on the forehead can be the kiss of death or a sign of love, signifying a beginning or an end. In life, the only guarantee is that it will one day end. This season of Euphoria was alleged to be the last, though it remained shrouded in ambiguity about whether it truly would be or not. After watching the finale, filled with beginnings and endings, it feels clear that the end of the series has come. For a multitude of reasons, I’m

I watched Off Campus the way many people did: convinced I would take my time, savour every episode, be responsible and measured about it. Instead, I inhaled all eight episodes in one sitting. Night and day blurred together, emotional stability disappeared, and by the finale, yes, as a millennial, a hopeless romantic, and someone who relates far too deeply, I shed some tears. Not because the show ended. But because Off Campus did something that has become surprisingly rare in

There are few things more dangerous than a woman who knows exactly what she should do and decides, with full awareness and unsettling confidence, to do the opposite. Not because she lacks intelligence, not because she hasn’t analysed every angle, replayed every conversation, consulted friends, journaled, overthought, and constructed a detailed psychological profile of everyone involved. But because sometimes logic enters the room, presents its findings, and desire simply says

It has only been a few months since I walked away from a two-year relationship. While I was in it, the sentence I heard most frequently was how I had managed to stay with someone for so long “in this day and age.” What was truly bizarre was this: aside from my therapist, not a single person ever asked whether I was actually happy in that relationship. Everyone was hyper-focused on my “success” in sustaining a long-term bond, observing me as though I were some kind of endanger

I have been thinking about the way I am with others and the way I am with myself. I feel like I can never be truly myself with others. Like I have to suppress a little of myself to fit in with their personalities. Then, I realized that it might not be a bad thing after all. Maybe I’d like to keep some of my interests only to myself. Everyone has their own hobbies, their own obsessions, and their own small ideas. We all have rituals and habits that make us who we are, that mak

When platforms like Instagram and LinkedIn put everyone’s success on display, it seems like it’s only the girls with thousands of followers, the guy with a dad in the industry, and the folks with enough money to spare who are making their dreams happen. If they’re the ones dominating, is there room for the rest of us to succeed? Absolutely, yes. But the key to personal success includes a secret ingredient: “delusional” confidence. Confidence is home-grown. Your confidence is

There’s a beginning. There must be an end. This episode of Euphoria focused on reconciling one’s past with one’s present and future. It also focused on judgement, whether from others or from God. Making mistakes in one’s life is inevitable, but what separates bad from evil? All of the characters are faced with the reality that their betrayals, self-deceptions, and pursuits of fame and fortune have destroyed their lives. The hopes and dreams each character had for their future

This thought process began when I was watching Clueless in my Romantic Writers class. I grew up loving every part of that movie, but the house party scene in the Valley has had a grip on me for the past decade. From the outfits to the dancing and music, the vocabulary, everything was so quintessentially ‘90s. Of course, I mainly thought that because of the setting. Julia Stiles became the icon she is largely because of her dancing scene in 10 Things I Hate About You, where sh

The world is buzzing with the startling percentage of Gen Z who have never been in a romantic relationship (44%, to be exact). As a twenty-two-year-old who’s never changed her relationship status from single, the term in love feels like a forbidden phrase. It’s a bottle placed on a shelf I can’t quite reach. I’ve seen my friends grow tall enough to reach their bottles, popping them open and sipping the bubbly drink with stars in their eyes. I’ve also seen them drunk on the sw