My blog is a heartfelt tribute to the innocence of youth. At 16 I was an ingenue and a hopeless romantic. I was always in love. I loved with abandon, in great quantities and with huge generosity. But it was always unrequited and boyfriends persistently eluded me. The diary that I turned to so diligently has survived to tell the tale of one teenage girl's attempts to find true love and her place in the world.
Best song? Couldn't say, that would be cheating. Although I will admit, Pink Glove has a certain bite and drive that is irresistible, and who could resist that incendiary, bitchy, gleefully observant chorus?*
Chantal Akerman's film Toute une nuit surprised me. I had seen it last in a scruffy cinema in Amsterdam. It did not stick. The images faded fast; little remained almost three decades later. It was like a patched fresco beyond repair.
Whoever said that fashion is not an art form clearly hasn't seen the work of Indian designer Suneet Varma. For over 25 years Suneet has been the driving force behind Indian fashions rise on the world stage.
I recently reached out to our Sixty and Me community and asked them, "If you could travel back in time and give one piece of advice to your 18 year old self, what would it be?"...
Landfill indie was the music of the boom years, our very own Roaring Twenties. The worst of songs were hysterically praised by the NME, whose circulation was closer to 100,000 than it probably ever will be again.
Damien Hirst merchandise, from a deckchair to a plastic skull, is on sale for eye-watering price tags of up to £36,800 at
Damien Hirst poses at the opening of his new retrospective at Tate Modern Fundamental to most people’s resistance to modern
Last week, British designer, the eclectic pink-haired Zandra Rhodes, hosted a dinner party for an intimate group of journalists and I was privileged to be one of the guests
It's safe to say that 2011 has been a pretty spectacular year, stylishly speaking.