One of the most stylish people I know is my neighbour, a tradesman who probably has never once described himself as “into fashion” in his life. Every morning he leaves the house in some variation of the same thing: Heavy work jackets softened with age. Hoodies faded into colours you can’t intentionally buy anymore. Boots properly destroyed in the way fashion brands spend thousands trying to artificially recreate. Nothing about it feels intentional in the way fashion usually u

There’s been a shift happening in London recently and you can feel it instantly once you step outside . People want to experience things again. Not just attend events for Instagram stories. Not just stand in corners pretending to network. Not just exist online talking about community without actually participating in it.People want real-life memories back. And honestly? Black London is leading that energy shift again. You see it everywhere right now. Platforms curating intent

People like Kimora were always destined to have daughters. A supermodel in the haven of glitz and glam with a fabulous love for fashion, then she had 2 mini hers to share that world with. Ugh, a girl's dream ! There’s a certain essence of femininity to being a girl mom and it made so much sense that Kimora was chosen to extend that femininity through giving life. Kimora is not only the mother of Ming Lee and Aoki Lee, she is the Mother of Y2K fashion. Trust me, that is not a

When I got to NYC, there was this whole debate, and honestly there still is sometimes, about transplants moving to the city and stealing opportunities. But a lot of times, people weren’t upset because outsiders were talented. They were upset because people felt like the community that was already there, working for these opportunities, would get overlooked. The hustle culture still existed in NYC at that time, and your contribution mattered. Back then, the city felt limitless

It’s Mental Health Awareness Month, and although we’ve made progress, have we normalized therapy aesthetics rather than the understanding mental disorders? Therapy is no longer whispered about the way it once was. TikTok is filled with conversations about “soft life,” Black boy joy, boundaries, journaling, meditation, and more. There’s almost a social expectation now, especially in younger Black communities, that emotionally evolved people go to therapy and heal their trauma.

What looked like a controversial fashion moment was actually something much deeper: a return to ancestral memory, African spiritual symbolism, and grounding practices long tied to Black culture. The backlash surrounding Doechii’s choice revealed just how disconnected many Black Americans have become from traditions once rooted in African spiritual life. Social media quickly framed Doechii’s barefoot Met Gala appearance as “dirty,” “attention-seeking,” or “odd.” But many Afric

At street level, across London, there’s a noticeable shift in how young people are dressing. What might once have been labelled “alternative” no longer sits on the fringes. It’s visible everywhere. On the Tube, outside venues, in cafés, across university campuses. The aesthetic has moved beyond a specific scene and into something far more diffused. What’s interesting is that this observation comes less from trend forecasting and more from conversation. Speaking to young Londo

For years, the fashion editorial followed a familiar script. Clean studio lighting, controlled compositions, and models positioned with a kind of deliberate detachment. The images were refined to the point of sterility. They communicated status and taste, but rarely personality. Over time, that visual language began to feel less like aspiration and more like repetition. That formula is starting to loosen. The editorials gaining attention now carry a clearer sense of authorshi

Pop culture loves a singular star, but the truth is that some of the most interesting moments happen when two people lock into the same creative wavelength. Not the kind of partnership engineered by a label or a studio, but the real ones. The kind where the chemistry is obvious. You can feel the push and pull, the shared references, the quiet understanding that each person brings something the other cannot. Great duos are rarely about similarity. They work because of contrast

There’s something almost ironic about how manifestation is being sold today. Soft life. Pinterest boards. Whispered affirmations in beige bedrooms. The idea that if you just think positively enough, life will unfold exactly the way you imagined it. Because if we’re being honest, Black women have been manifesting long before it had a name, an aesthetic, or a marketing strategy. Before it was called “the law of attraction,” it was survival. It was faith. It was speaking life in

Walk through almost any city right now and the colour palette is strangely consistent. Black coats, navy knitwear, cream trousers, grey tailoring. A spectrum of neutral tones that feels less like coincidence and more like a collective agreement. What used to be the safe option in a wardrobe has slowly become the entire wardrobe. It is not just office workers either. Business casual has drifted far beyond office spaces and into everyday life. Coffee shops, trains and weekend b

For some reason I woke up one day and thought, “hm, maybe I should stay in this weekend”, “I’ve been out 2 weeks in a row, am I a fox ?!” This was post-frontal lobe. But I cannot deny the exhilaration when getting ready to go out with all my homegirls, the music, the gossip, the outfit swaps or how fast we are able to make tiktoks after sending the uber driver a message of “Be right there!” 10 minutes ago. Recently there has been an unnatural force occupying the minds of th

Recently I saw a TikTok that stopped me mid-scroll. The creator was talking about their future children and the university degrees they simply would not allow them to choose. There would be no debate. Some courses were completely off the table: Creative arts, media, fashion. The comments were full of people agreeing. Some listed the degrees they would ban outright, while others said their parents had done the same to them and that they would do exactly the same with their own

There is something quietly compelling about Afromodernism. Not because it is loud or decorative, but because it refuses a choice that modern design has long insisted upon. For decades, modernism suggested that to look contemporary, spaces and objects had to shed cultural specificity. Ornament disappeared. Surfaces flattened. Materials were purified into glass, steel and concrete. The future, it seemed, was neutral. Emerging in the mid twentieth century as African nations gain

The inspiration to write this piece was primarily because of John Galliano signing a 2 year partnership with Zara. It still makes me giggle seeing those two in one sentence. This is no shade to Zara at all, like yes I adore those racer back tank tops, an essential in everyday wear ! But the concept of the 1990s Dior John Galliano, 2024 Maison Margiela John Galliano working with Zara is so interesting. Recession indicator? Galliano had some tea, as most may know, after

Imma come clean, if you survived 2025, you’ve already done more than enough. But here we are. A new year. New pressure. Same body. Slightly worse knees. Despite everything in your life crumbling with grace, you’ve decided that maybe, just maybe, this is the year you develop a core. Not a six-pack. Just… A core. Something that lets you sit up without holding onto furniture. You don’t want a fitness transformation. You want a personality shift. You want to become someone who

There’s a particular kind of video that keeps appearing on my feed. A girl sits in front of the camera doing her makeup. Maybe she’s curling her lashes, blending her concealer, or lining her lips. The lighting is soft, the outfit is cute, the background looks like a Pinterest board. And while she’s getting ready, she’s talking about something that feels… unexpectedly serious. Capitalism. Diaspora identity. Feminism. Race. Media literacy. The politics of beauty itself. It’s no

There’s a particular kind of message that dominates the wellness world right now. It tells you that if you meditate enough, journal enough, affirm enough, glow enough, you’ll transcend the need for other people. That self‑love is the final destination. That wholeness is a solo project. But the truth is simpler and far less marketable. You can love yourself deeply and still ache for romance. You can be grounded, healed, moisturised, therapised, and still crave friendship that

Everybody wants a piece of you, your time, your energy, your attention. They’ll frame it as love, loyalty, or “just one quick favor,” but really, it’s access. The thing about access is, once people get used to it, they stop appreciating it. That’s why you gotta take care of you first. Before the calls. Before the texts. Before the fake “check-ins” that lead to a request. Protect your energy like it’s currency, because it is. If you keep spending it on people who never pla

Lovers rock is one of those genres I find myself slipping into on warm days without even thinking about it. The kind of music that makes you move a little slower, breathe a little deeper, and remember softness in a world that doesn’t always offer it freely. It’s tender without being sentimental, romantic without being naïve, and rooted in a very specific Black British story that still feels alive today. Where the sound came from Lovers rock was born in mid‑1970s London, shap