It’s the end of the world as we know it: the future of fashion week
Over droning which vibrates the entire strip of post-industrial wasteland where the show is taking place, a child with two prosthetic legs describes the end of the world. Models stumble out of a shipping container wearing gas masks, made up with bloody wounds and several days and nights’ wo
PRESSURE POINT – Pop politics: who cares who they vote for?
With the US election drawing ever nearer, increasing attention is being focused on something that is seemingly becoming an integral part of elections: political endorsements by celebrities. Endorsements like these have been a feature of American elections for over a century—look no further
Trial on the Ayia Napa strip
‘Strippers?’ The sad voice of an older lady asks us, with the kind of exhausted politeness one might expect from one of those guys that catch you leaving a tube station, trying to ask for a donation for whatever noble cause, be it a knife crime prevention or cancer research
Icon of the Week: Tudor Pret
The Oxonian’s life is a tumultuous one. It can be easy to feel overwhelmed by the constant onslaught of society meetings, sports, and social events that we all spend our days frittering to and from. If we’re lucky, we might manage to spend the occasional hour or two actually doing our degrees. I
Brewing communities: inside Oxford’s café culture
At Jericho Coffee Traders, postcards from customers cover the wall behind the cash, and graduates have their photos taken in front of the café. There’s even a regular who gets behind the counter and starts working when the line gets too long. At The Missing Bean, a professor gets a
The kindness tax
A customer recently asked me why the pint I had served him cost 10 quid. He leaned over the counter where I studied the freshly poured drink (head overlarge, incriminating tracts of lager streaming down the sides). A fiver because it’s alcohol. Another two pounds because it’s a pub in the
Makes me feel fine
A search for out-of-print children’s choral covers of pop songs on the internet, and for the spirit of childhood, if such a thing can be said to exist. I’m starting with a bona fide child I know in person. A few weeks ago, I stayed a night at my [&hellip
Musings on Charles Bukowski from a giant salamander farm in Japan
I discovered Charles Bukowski by chance when I was 19 in London last summer. I was peering through the front display books at Word on the Water, a charming little bookshop in a canal boat right by King’s Cross when I discovered Bukowski’s poem ‘that’s why f
Unsettling the dust
My first post-university summer has been subdued. If I imagine my footprints drawn on a large map, they would be mostly concentrated in an inky blot. Uninspiring though they may seem, my small pilgrimages to coffee shops and friends’ houses have left room for new observations. For ex