Chanel No Way

By Frank Grimshaw

I trained in Paris under the great postmodern perfumier, Arnaud Destruels. I graduated and found work at an upmarket chop shop, but I soon tired of those dry, subservient boutiques. So I went out into the world where the sweat runs raw. And all through the ripening kaleidoscope of east Africa and the jungles of Timor, my nose came too. Continue reading

Eating at parties

By Anna Booty

You know the ones. A couple of hours after work and a couple before home time and you can go to a gallery to get free booze under the pretence of being cultured.

I have to go to a lot of these for work. I can just about manage to keep professional around a free bar but I have deep problems surrounding the vol-au-vonts.

“How?” I hear you ask “They are so delicious!”

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Glastonbaby

By Hilary Hazard

I went to Glastonbury this year, as a puppeteer. I’ve been before, on and off since 1997, when I was a skinny middle class white girl and didn’t notice that everyone else there was a skinny middle class white girl too.

This year I felt like Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused – ‘I get older, the girls stay the same age.’

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