Fashion
Writhing, smiling, touching her teeth and her chest: those are the first images that greet you in the video for Bjork’s Big Time Sensuality (1993), the fourth single from her fittingly titled debut, Debut. She blinks and grins down the lens – spinning back and forth on the back of a moving truc
A Summer Sliced Up: my two months in a Singaporean kitchen
Saveur is an affordable French restaurant nestled between swish corporate offices and a busy shopping district. It has travelled a long way from its humble beginnings as a modest stall in the far-most corner of a large food court, the passion project of two young Singaporean chefs who sacked off the
Poetry Weekly – Kei Patrick
Bazaar. We aar we aar bazaar bazaar we cannot help but lose time lose it whatever we aar we do bazaar ………things.
Conversations with Sally Rooney on politics, power and revolution
Sally Rooney is the current darling of the literary world. Over the past 18 months, the 27-year-old novelist’s books have been at the centre of a seven-way bidding auction, won the Sunday Times Young Writer of the Year Award and a place on the Man Booker longlist, and adapted into an upcoming BBC
‘Spellbound’ at the Ashmolean review – ‘bewitching’
With something for historians and die-hard Harry Potter fans, Spellbound, the Ashmolean’s latest exhibition is certainly bewitching. Spanning four rooms and eight centuries, the exhibition reveals a continuum in human thought: 180 objects from the 12th century to modern-day Europe. But what is mos
Moda de las Cholitas
Recognisable by their long black braids, colourful skirts, and wide-brimmed hats, cholitas – as the indigenous women of Bolivia are called – seemed to be the wheels powering each rural village I visited in Cochabamba, one of the nine departments (states) of Bolivia. Whether teaching classes, sel
University: An Only Child’s Guide
In my experience, only children are raised in two ways. The first has always been treated as a child, the second as an adult. The stereotypical Little Prince/Princess model of Only Child is a product of the former upbringing. I was the latter: my mother explained to me, aged 10, that I was essential
Poetry Weekly – Goodbyes
(a) conversation I laughed and laughed through a mouthful of beads, teeth crunching plaster tongue folding plastic to powdery wisps of lettered strings. Inside his eyes stood a tiny fist wristless swinging and knocking in reach — “The night isn’t always shouting and crowded.” Our br
Poetry Weekly – Flux
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