Short Fiction: The Phone Call
“This is The Salter Programme.” The voice was British, educated, with a working class burr. “I am calling from Tokyo, and want to inform you that your film script has been selected by our cultural exchange programme.”
Browsing: The Lifestyle
Barneys Go Gaga
Barneys is to collaborate with the Queen of the lil’ monsters herself, Lady Gaga, to…
Forty
I went to a 40th birthday party last Saturday. It was full of stupid, sleazy media types braying like donkeys, desperate to be liked, to be younger than they were, to be thought of as important, to be everything other than what they were.
Get Yourself Some Neuw Denim
Neuw Denim is an Australian brand founded by three friends – Par Lundqvist, Stephen Little…
Sex, Vogue & DC10
The sun sets in Ibiza at around 9.57pm, and as the moon comes up so do I, surrounded by a rush and heaving mass of vibrating bass, boom, boom, boom and in my head there, I go, you, me, I, he, all at once.
Rare Smokes at Boisdale
Monty Cristo ventures to Canary Wharf for a full-body massage at the Four Seasons Hotel, followed by a night of debauchery at Boisdale for an international cigar auction of mammoth proportions…
The Dress: Part 3
This is it. Gulp. Well, almost it. So nearly it that it feels like it.…
Haggis
As I passed below the mysterious Chanctonbury Ring, an Iron Age hill fort planted with a copse of beech trees bent north-east by the prevailing wind, I saw a figure stop at the gate I was approaching. He was waiting for me…
The Dress: Part 2
Ten days or so since I sprinted out of Nooshin’s Savile Row studio, I’m back…
A Cuban Cigar Walk
Three arbitrary, independent, words. Put them together though, and you have an intriguing premise on…
The Mistress of Millinery
If Dita Von Teese and Lily Allen can have bespoke headwear made for them, then so can our very own girl about town, Emma Dickinson. Milliner Katherine Elizabeth works her couture magic…
Short Fiction: Cigar
In the depths of my sleep, a niggle prompts me to turn over, and the resulting disarrangement causes me to frown in annoyance. I am now aware of my retina, and the daylight penetrating the thin membrane of my closed eyelid.