Telegraph Saturday Magazine, April 27th 2019
It is Sunday Morning, I am wearing ripped pajama bottoms and eating an enormous bowl of shreddies when my father walks into the kitchen. "I'm re-doing the nursury for my future grandchildren," he says cheerfully. I remind him that I'm single.
Giffords Circus Magazine, Spring 2019
Lil wears Dr Martens and tartan trousers, her voice is deep and rusty, all of her words are inflected with a quick warmth. “I never thought I’d make it to 28,” she says, splashing milk into her coffee.
The Fence Issue 1, Summer 2019
I expected to smell something animal - the warm coppery scent of blood muddled with dirt. But he smelled like Persil laundry detergent. As we kissed he kept biting my neck.
The Fence Issue 2, Winter 2019
Isabella was meditating on her roof terrace, her face illuminated by a pink W11 sunrise. Last night had been particularly intense. They'd started at a warehouse in Hackney and wound up in Shia LaBeouf's hotel room. London could be so random sometimes.