As balmy breezes turn crisp and longer days fall silently into dusk earlier each night, am longingly aware that soon...
THIS WEEK'S Blogger Style features the mother-daughter fashion aesthetics of Susi Rejano and Carla Hinojosa. 59-year-old Susi Rejano () is a designer who founded Brilliant, a Barcelona-based fashion accessories brand.
THE VERY LAST SUMMER WHITES feature was all the way back in a hopeful April, before the cloudy days that have...
YOU CAN ALWAYS tell when the tennis is on, because all the supermarkets run out of cream for everyone’s strawberries and cream. You can also tell because tennis fashion comes around again, with everyone rushing order tennis dresses and skirts (skorts?).
THERE ARE five days left of August, and if you're one of those people who do not wear white past the first week of September, then you don't have much time left. End things on a high note with this ultra-chic outfit of high-waisted wide-leg pleated trousers, a sleeveless turtle neck and cosy knit jumper wrapped casually around your shoulders for when the temperature drops. We included our favourite selection of trousers to shop, and while we were unable to find many sleeveless turtlenecks (although this might work), we did find a number of perfect alternatives...
DANIELA & I NOTICED lately, a flood of long seashell dresses, tops and mermaid swimsuits floating by our Instagram feeds―a welcome sight, of course, because who doesn't have mermaid dreams from time to time? The long slinky satin sheath dresses with their spaghetti straps are most likely by Bevza, the Ukrainian fashion label launched in 2007. All of the dresses appear to be sold out, although the Seashell Top is still available (for now). We've found a few other similar styles, including a fun fanned out bikini top―scroll through our inspiration board below for some serious seaside vibes...
AT EVERY SUMMER'S END, we feature a round-up of the last of the summer whites. It's a wistfully beautiful compilation of all the things we love best -- ruffled white dresses with wicker, and boat rides and bicycle rides and sun-drenched terraces; waves crashing on sandy beaches, museums and French cafés, wide straw hats and belted linen dresses, top knots and golden skin, and that perfect lackadaisical late-summer vibe...
. . . because it’s a hazy Monday and nearly July and because nothing says summer more than billowy, lacy,...
Far out on the Arabian Sea one night in February, 2018, Sheikha Latifa bint Mohammed Al Maktoum, the fugitive daughter of Dubai’s ruling emir, marvelled at the stars. The voyage had been rough. Since setting out by dinghy and Jet Ski a few days before, she had been swamped by powerful waves, soaking the belongings she’d stowed in her backpack; after clambering aboard the yacht she’d secured for her escape, she’d spent days racked with nausea as it pitched on the swell. But tonight the sea was calmer, and she felt the stirring of an unfamiliar sensation. She was free.
I recall having breakfast at a hotel in Brussels in 2017 and sitting across from Douglas Coupland, the author of Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture, the 1991 book that gave my generation a sort of name that was really only a placeholder for a name. I wanted to tell him how much I resented him for this, but I couldn’t muster the courage to be disagreeable.
In recent months, the signs and portents have been accumulating with increasing speed. Google is trying to kill the 10 blue links. Twitter is being abandoned to bots and blue ticks. There’s the junkification of Amazon and the enshittification of TikTok. Layoffs are gutting online media. A job posting looking for an “AI editor” expects “output of 200 to 250 articles per week.” ChatGPT is being used to generate whole spam sites.
OUR COUNTRYSIDE village has these charming events and one of them, which happens every year, is a Midsummer's Evening and this year, it was held last Thursday, one day after the Summer Solstice. There were food trucks and folk dancers and face-painting. All the shops were opened late and there was live music (a cover band act).
Things are rarely easy for the actor who choses to dabble in pop. For every Donald Glover, apparently able to flit at will between the film set and the recording studio, pausing only to bask in the superlatives that garland both sides of his work, there are umpteen Russell Crowes or Johnny Depps, their dreams of polymath stardom crushed by a reception that ranges from suspicion to bemusement to outright hostility.
Mercury Prize-nominated musician Loyle Carner has released a song named after London based chef and restaurateur Yotam Ottolenghi. The song, Ottolenghi, dropped last night and features a reference to the chef’s cookbook Jerusalem, which is a homage Israeli-born Ottolenghi’s youth spent growing up in the Middle Eastern city.
Breezy white dresses will be on every shopping list this month, as many fashion défilés have showed us many ways to wear this summer staple, and many brands have at least one style of white dress on their best sellers lists—prairie dresses, crochet, embroidered, and slip.