It is time for us to part. Hence, this heartbreaking title. Which is an aria written by the largely-not-remembered composer Meyerbeer, who...

This summer has been the wildest one so far. I never knew I could move around so much without going slightly mad. Time zones. Seasons. Lan...

It's been a long while. Unspeakably long. And while I have been catching cheap flights to London pretending to be a writer and swanni...

Anyone who knows me knows where my heart now lies in winter. Yes, there has been a slight displacement. I used to spend winter drooling over...

I was going to write a sombre-toned post-Charlie-Hebdo blog post about this winter's work mission to fashion week in Paris. You know, gr...

This weekend, in a rather masochistic mood, I decided to clean out. I mean, The Big Clean, the one I promised myself I would attempt over th...

1. Don't bother about saying you are giving up coffee. You never will. 2. Don't bother dressing up for work. 3. When in doubt abou...