Vintage Vogue!

Sometimes people ask me where I get my clothes, and sometimes I end up giving the slightly embarrassing answer of from the back of my parents closet. But this shouldn’t be embarrassing, retro and vintage fashion is more popular now than it has ever been, and I actually enjoy repurposing things to suit my own … More Vintage Vogue!

The Cecilian Society: 34,164,000 moments so dear!

This year, the Cecilian Society marked it’s 65th Anniversary. Founded at 3.30pm on Saturday 18th October 1952, this was a Society formed in honour of St Cecilia, the patron saint of music. Initially composed of various groups (including a choral group and an opera group) in 1955 the Opera faction put on their first show, … More The Cecilian Society: 34,164,000 moments so dear!

Talking ’bout Our Generation!

Our generation is lazy. Our generation is self-entitled. Our generation are snowflakes. We can’t survive without the steady, satisfying shimmer of a screen. An hour without internet and all hell breaks loose. We’ve lost respect for ourselves, others, and most importantly- anyone who’s not us. Well, that’s what some would have you believe, anyway.   … More Talking ’bout Our Generation!

Money For Nothing: Do ‘Feminist’ Companies Just Want Your Money?

Feminism, like all social movements, has a long history of self-identification with the group through clothing – right from its beginnings with the suffragists’ homemade sashes to the DIY ethos of the Riot Grrrls of the nineties. Now our desire to display our political allegiances on our bodies has been taken over by fashion retailers. … More Money For Nothing: Do ‘Feminist’ Companies Just Want Your Money?

A Eulogy to my Summer Job in the South of France.

It is hard to think that it was this time a week ago that I, sitting in the kitchen of my mobile home, was solemnly writing my letter of resignation, interchanging between sobbing, lamenting and allowing my empathic, wide-eyed roommate to feed me sips of gazpacho out of a small drinking glass. But, I suppose … More A Eulogy to my Summer Job in the South of France.