Ho but make it fashion: Fashion’s love affair with fetish

Fashion’s love affair with fetish isn’t anything new. In fact, it’s almost as predictable as florals for spring and muted tones for Autumn. Any time fashion explores prim and proper it needs to swing back round to something with a…

Putting an end to period poverty. Period.

Last time I checked you can’t opt out of your period.  I mean it’s not like you lie there at night with a selection of fine cheeses and the good wine (the one that wasn’t in the £5 deal and…

New Years Resolutions I actually want to keep

Is there anything more tired than the idea of new year/new me? As if there is something so fundamentally wrong with you already. Honestly it’s like picking at a scab of all the things you hate about yourself. Lose weight,…

Spotlight: Illustrator Rosalind Shrinivas

It’s that little voice in your head that presses and prods. Sometimes it’s a little niggle, an itch that can’t fully be scratched. Sometimes it’s a near constant ache that refuses to be ignored. It’s the same voice that whispers…

It’s that little voice in your head that presses and prods. Sometimes it’s a little niggle, an itch that can’t fully be scratched. Sometimes it’s a near constant ache that refuses to be ignored. It’s the same voice that whispers – you can’t. That you’re too emotional. Too childish. Too lost. Too intense. Quite simply, too much. Artist and girl boss extraordinaire Rosalind Shrinivas though subverts this – leaning in, scratching the itch through distinctive and intimate illustrations that can be in their simplest form be described as an exercise in self-portraits and finding your voice.

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