There are so many races happening all over the UK every weekend and they pretty much rely on the goodwill and enthusiasm of volunteers to keep entry fees at a reasonable level for those of us who want to run. One day I’ll put some real work in, give something back to the running community [...]
Time is something I’ve been thinking an awful lot about during the London leg of the spring/summer 2015 collections.
Actually, that’s a lie. Because there’s no time to think. Or to eat, breathe, go to the toilet. Those kind of things. It makes you long, a little, for New York, for the wide open spaces of their fashion week calendar (at least, my fashion week calendar). In London, every hour, on the hour, there’s something to see.
I often wonder what people really want from Victoria Beckham’s label. In fact, that’s rubbish. I know exactly what they want. Shall we be blunt? They want her to fall spectacularly, sensationally flat on her face. They’ve been wanting her to do it since day one, because Beckham has it all and the fashion world loves a bit of schadenfreude.
New York Fashion Week is a nice way to start the season, for very cynical reasons. There are lots of shows, and few new ideas. You get plenty of reflections of the season just passed – especially at the very start of a “week” where, in all honesty, we could be done, packed, and back across the Atlantic in four days if we shunted most of the chaff off the schedule.
After the stunning kitchen garden at my Aunty Liz and Uncle Tom’s Baltic-side bolthole in Finland last week, back to a bump in Blighty and the overgrown paths at Plot 35a. Actually, I only left the plot for a week, not two as I usually do for a summer holiday, and popped up there before [...]
While the British allotment-holder struts and frets from March to October, in Finland it is, as you can imagine, entirely different. Snow covers the ground from late autumn to mid-spring, and nothing can be sown into the soil, still frozen in April, until well into May. The season is short, but intense – as I [...]
Jodie Stimpson is one of the UK’s leading female triathletes. At only 25 years old, she recently won two Gold Medals at the Commonwealth Games in Glasgow – one in the women’s triathlon and then in the team event alongside the Brownlee brothers and team mate Vicky Holland. Last year she finished runner up in the ITU World Triathlon Series.
The 100k (62 miles) Race to the Stones is pitched as one of ‘the most accessible ultras out there’, catering for the rapidly increasing number of ultra runners for whom it seems that a marathon distance of 26.2 miles isn’t long enough.
I feel a bit sorry for the blackberry. Of course, I don’t mean the less hip cousin of the iPhone, but the very very humble berry of late summer. It is one of the easiest fruits to find in British hedgerows and parkland, yet – perhaps because of this ubiquity – they’re not the most [...]
Fashion isn’t a house of cards – where one ill-judged manoeuvre brings the whole thing tumbling down – but rather a game of Kerplunk!. Meaning, if you twiddle the wrong bit, it makes a lot of noise and you lose a few of your marbles, but the whole thing doesn’t crash to the ground.
That’s what occurred to me when news broke today of Christophe Lemaire’s mutual parting of ways with the French luxury juggernaut Hermès.
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