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ON REPEAT...
Did you see that clip of Björk DJing the Venice Biennale in a fiberglass Bottega Veneta dress and an enormous alien-empress hat by CSM graduate and Dior couture junior designer Myah Hasbany? The internet understandably focused on the look, but my ears immediately zoomed in on the soundtrack: she played “On Ur Time” by Natanya and was fully singing along. Casual.
I’ve had the song on an honestly concerning loop ever since. Natanya makes the kind of music engineered specifically for walking around at night pretending you’re in a music video. She’s already been co-signed by SZA, Tyler, The Creator, and Doechii, opened for PinkPantheress, and somehow still feels like a secret you’re meant to gatekeep (whoops). Her newer track “DON’T ASK!” is another immediate brainworm currently eating through my frontal lobe.
ON REPEAT...
Did you see that clip of Björk DJing the Venice Biennale in a fiberglass Bottega Veneta dress and an enormous alien-empress hat by CSM graduate and Dior couture junior designer Myah Hasbany? The internet understandably focused on the look, but my ears immediately zoomed in on the soundtrack: she played “On Ur Time” by Natanya and was fully singing along. Casual.
I’ve had the song on an honestly concerning loop ever since. Natanya makes the kind of music engineered specifically for walking around at night pretending you’re in a music video. She’s already been co-signed by SZA, Tyler, The Creator, and Doechii, opened for PinkPantheress, and somehow still feels like a secret you’re meant to gatekeep (whoops). Her newer track “DON’T ASK!” is another immediate brainworm currently eating through my frontal lobe.
THE SCENE...
Hausu in Peckham is the kind of place where dinner quietly turns into 5 more drinks and suddenly it’s midnight. Right by Peckham Rye station, it’s one of those rare spots that makes you want to cancel whatever plans you had after.
Downstairs, there’s smoky Asian-influenced small plates and the sort of low lighting that makes everyone look hotter. Upstairs is the real trap: a velvet-draped listening bar pouring dangerously good cocktails while jazz and post-punk crackle through the speakers (the music is seriously good). Two salted tomato martinis in, the whole place starts to feel like a lost David Lynch location scout. Lit.
THE SCENE...
Hausu in Peckham is the kind of place where dinner quietly turns into 5 more drinks and suddenly it’s midnight. Right by Peckham Rye station, it’s one of those rare spots that makes you want to cancel whatever plans you had after.
Downstairs, there’s smoky Asian-influenced small plates and the sort of low lighting that makes everyone look hotter. Upstairs is the real trap: a velvet-draped listening bar pouring dangerously good cocktails while jazz and post-punk crackle through the speakers (the music is seriously good). Two salted tomato martinis in, the whole place starts to feel like a lost David Lynch location scout. Lit.
GATEKEEPING...
The Wallace Collection might be my favourite place in London. Hidden behind Oxford Circus in a mansion stuffed to the brim with rococo paintings, armour, and impossibly ornate furniture, it feels totally detached from the rest of the city. Vivienne Westwood loved it too—once calling it “the greatest art school in this country,” and you can feel its influence all over her work: corsets, decadence, aristocratic chaos, the general refusal to be understated.
I love museums that still feel intimate and slightly eccentric rather than engineered for TikTok. You can drift through rooms full of Fragonard and gold filigree for hours, then end up in the courtyard café feeling like a disgraced noble avoiding all administrative duties. Love.
GATEKEEPING...
The Wallace Collection might be my favourite place in London. Hidden behind Oxford Circus in a mansion stuffed to the brim with rococo paintings, armour, and impossibly ornate furniture, it feels totally detached from the rest of the city. Vivienne Westwood loved it too—once calling it “the greatest art school in this country,” and you can feel its influence all over her work: corsets, decadence, aristocratic chaos, the general refusal to be understated.
I love museums that still feel intimate and slightly eccentric rather than engineered for TikTok. You can drift through rooms full of Fragonard and gold filigree for hours, then end up in the courtyard café feeling like a disgraced noble avoiding all administrative duties. Love.
DOOMSCROLL GOLD...
Samuel Lejon, better known online as The Evil Gay Stylist, is one of the only people on TikTok making outfit videos that feel like full cinematic universes. The vibe is somewhere between Hannah Montana on speed and an intern having a nervous breakdown in a sample closet (please, this has to be in 2012 at REDACTED magazine). His fans are all referred to as “Unpaid assistants,” ofc.
MOOD BOARD MUSE...
Right now, I’m obsessed with Rachel Ojuromi, the Lagos-based style polymath behind @giverachelashot. Model, stylist, creative director, professional serve artist… honestly, she seems to operate on her own frequency. One post she’s turning the streets of Lagos into a runway, the next she’s holding an electric guitar mid-errand like she’s starring in the world’s coolest coming-of-age flick.
Her style is what happens when Y2K mayhem grows up and gets impossibly good taste: body-hugging silhouettes, layered textures, tiny details, weird color combinations that somehow totally work. Every outfit feels alive. Give it a year and she’ll probably be six stories tall on a billboard somewhere.
ON REPEAT...
Did you see that clip of Björk DJing the Venice Biennale in a fiberglass Bottega Veneta dress and an enormous alien-empress hat by CSM graduate and Dior couture junior designer Myah Hasbany? The internet understandably focused on the look, but my ears immediately zoomed in on the soundtrack: she played “On Ur Time” by Natanya and was fully singing along. Casual.
I’ve had the song on an honestly concerning loop ever since. Natanya makes the kind of music engineered specifically for walking around at night pretending you’re in a music video. She’s already been co-signed by SZA, Tyler, The Creator, and Doechii, opened for PinkPantheress, and somehow still feels like a secret you’re meant to gatekeep (whoops). Her newer track “DON’T ASK!” is another immediate brainworm currently eating through my frontal lobe.
THE SCENE...
Hausu in Peckham is the kind of place where dinner quietly turns into 5 more drinks and suddenly it’s midnight. Right by Peckham Rye station, it’s one of those rare spots that makes you want to cancel whatever plans you had after.
Downstairs, there’s smoky Asian-influenced small plates and the sort of low lighting that makes everyone look hotter. Upstairs is the real trap: a velvet-draped listening bar pouring dangerously good cocktails while jazz and post-punk crackle through the speakers (the music is seriously good). Two salted tomato martinis in, the whole place starts to feel like a lost David Lynch location scout. Lit.
DOOMSCROLL GOLD...
Samuel Lejon, better known online as
The Evil Gay Stylist, is one of the only people on TikTok making outfit videos that feel like full cinematic universes. The vibe is somewhere between Hannah Montana on speed and an intern having a nervous breakdown in a sample closet (please, this has to be in 2012 at REDACTED magazine). His fans are all referred to as “Unpaid assistants,” ofc.
GATEKEEPING...
The Wallace Collection might be my favourite place in London. Hidden behind Oxford Circus in a mansion stuffed to the brim with rococo paintings, armour, and impossibly ornate furniture, it feels totally detached from the rest of the city. Vivienne Westwood loved it too—once calling it “the greatest art school in this country,” and you can feel its influence all over her work: corsets, decadence, aristocratic chaos, the general refusal to be understated.
I love museums that still feel intimate and slightly eccentric rather than engineered for TikTok. You can drift through rooms full of Fragonard and gold filigree for hours, then end up in the courtyard café feeling like a disgraced noble avoiding all administrative duties. Love.
MOOD BOARD MUSE...
Right now, I’m obsessed with Rachel Ojuromi, the Lagos-based style polymath behind @giverachelashot. Model, stylist, creative director, professional serve artist… honestly, she seems to operate on her own frequency. One post she’s turning the streets of Lagos into a runway, the next she’s holding an electric guitar mid-errand like she’s starring in the world’s coolest coming-of-age flick.
Her style is what happens when Y2K mayhem grows up and gets impossibly good taste: body-hugging silhouettes, layered textures, tiny details, weird color combinations that somehow totally work. Every outfit feels alive. Give it a year and she’ll probably be six stories tall on a billboard somewhere.
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