Razor-thin brows: A closer look
We may think that the current obsession of having our brows look a certain way is peculiar only to this era, but it isn’t.
We may think that the current obsession of having our brows look a certain way is peculiar only to this era, but it isn’t.
I have never been remotely interested in celebrity designers, well Rihanna’s makeup line Fenty Beauty is an exception.
I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m fighting the patriarchy unconsciously, much less consciously.
I wrestle with the idea of personal style being alive and well in the 21st century.
When we think of weddings in 2018, we hardly ever think of the groom and much less the guests.
I can understand why people at times do not see discussing the sartorial choices of others as important; why it comes off as frivolous and shallow.
For as long as I can remember, I have stayed away from dark-coloured clothing.
I hate the word faux; especially when it comes before leather and fur.
My husband often says that society should advance in the direction where we move from having independent individual style to wearing uniforms.
I have had the song “Walking Trophy” by Hood Celebrity, real name Tina Pinnock, on repeat for the last two to three weeks.
I always question the idea of new trends. In this digital era, there is an immediacy – the internet allows fashion to transform, but it still feels like we have seen it all before and now more than ever.
I had promised myself that I wouldn’t get sucked into to the Royal Wedding hype, just as I didn’t when Kate and William got married but this one is hard to ignore because the optics resemble a true fairytale.
I often wrestle with the idea of whether I will raise my children under my religious beliefs which lean towards Anglican-Christian or that of my husband’s which is Orthodox Christian.
Fashion is probably the truest reflection of our economic status. It is a common ground that no human being can deny being part of even if they are genuinely disinterested in it.
Death is inevitable for all. Despite its inevitability, however, it always somehow manages to shock us in some way when it happens.
After 28 years on this earth, the first time I set foot in a gym was earlier this week.
Maybe it is the visuals—everyone I grew up with now has a baby—or the cheeky reminder by some that my biological clock is ticking, but now and more than ever, I find myself thinking of being a mother and the changes that will bring.
Representation matters and is necessary for the cultural and social inclusion of people from all walks of life.
Two days ago, I bought a single mango for €8, which works out to approximately $2,020 in Guyana currency.
Two weekends ago I visited Bordeaux with a girlfriend of mine from London.
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