The Last Word

 Earlier this week, my husband and I hosted one of his colleagues for dinner.

We are all guilty of owning at least one thing that we regret buying and more than often the act of remorseful buying happens when we are high on impulse – perhaps our favourite brand may be having a sale or chances are we may have developed some sort of obsession with a particular design style or concept.

My six-week love affair with Russia has come to an end.

The news that Donald Trump was triumphant at the recently held elections in the USA found me whilst I was having lunch with a group of friends who were in support of him.

Sometimes I wonder if wearing leaves were to become a trend, whether Guyanese would jump on the bandwagon without thought or question, like they tend to do with everything that is popular in North America.

Здравствуйте (Hello) This is literally the only word I have been able to pick up in my first two weeks in Russia.

Every now and then I get a pleasant surprise when it comes to local designers and creatives challenging the hypocrisies of society through their creative abilities.

Summer is incredibly difficult to break up with. I think that what I detest the most is changing my colour palette to fall-like colours such as brown and burgundy.

As fashion month concludes in Paris, this season has brought about an incredible amount discourse and dispute among those in the fashion community.

Milan Fashion Week opened with the country’s Prime Minister Matteo Renzi pledging his continuing support for the industry.

Whether or not we are active users of internet and smart technology, they both would have undoubtedly influenced our lives in some way or the other.

There is a certain expectation that once you are a woman, you are supposed to like makeup, even more so if you are one who is heavily into fashion.

I recently came across a post on a blog called Churchroadman.

Have you ever reflected on why you like the things you like and how are they tied to your social values and history?

Last week I found myself rummaging through the racks of a secondhand vintage shop in Antwerp.

After I returned to Guyana from studying overseas, I was always met with stunned expressions when persons found out that I was pursuing a career in fashion.

Baffling does not even begin to describe First Lady Sandra Granger’s deafening silence on the issue of the dress code.

Bonjour! I am in France currently soaking up the sun and trying not to feel too sad or scared by the upsurge of terrorist activities plaguing the country.

I recently met up with a fellow Guyanese who is also based in Europe.

Guyana is one bizarre place filled with much hypocrisy. Sometimes it is not until you remove yourself from an environment that you begin to recognize some of the foolishness you once freely entertained.