Stylist May 19, 2021 (P&D)

“We need to learn how to get dressed again” Spending 100% of my social time outdoors this week has thrown out a challenge I wasn’t expecting: there is simply no good way to dress for this new social world, nor the alpine-like weather we seem to be having. In the past week alone, I have sunburnt my forehead and managed to get sunglasses tan marks, been so cold I had to borrow several garments of clothing from my friends to get through a garden birthday night out, had my hand welded to my wine glass by a bitterly cold wind, been so hot I went paddling in a stream while wearing a heavy knit and – perhaps the most foolish of them all – worn a dry-clean-only coat to sit…

Spending 100% of my social time outdoors this week has thrown out a challenge I wasn’t expecting: there is simply no good way to dress for this new social world, nor the alpine-like weather we seem to be having. In the past week alone, I have sunburnt my forehead and managed to get sunglasses tan marks, been so cold I had to borrow several garments of clothing from my friends to get through a garden birthday night out, had my hand welded to my wine glass by a bitterly cold wind, been so hot I went paddling in a stream while wearing a heavy knit and – perhaps the most foolish of them all – worn a dry-clean-only coat to sit around a very smoky fire pit. I am sartorially…

A one-day diary from morning latte to lights out Ellen evans, tV editor Ellen Evans is the first female editor of children’s TV show Blue Peter since 1988. She lives in Manchester with her two sons My alarm goes off… At 7am, but I’m woken up by my two children, who are 9 and 11, coming into my room to give me a hug just before my alarm, which is nice. I then get up and ready for the day pretty quickly; breakfast is usually a latte and a croissant with ham. At 9am, I take my children to school and do a quick 10-minute walk around my neighbourhood to get back home in time to start work. I’m responsible for… The overall editorial vision of Blue Peter, as…

“Fashion, why won’t you love me back?” words: billie bhatia We are in the midst of the big return to retail. Shops manoeuvring mannequins to look their glistening best, remerchandising windows to tempt willing shoppers in with a refreshed new look, and serving us a much-needed hit of sartorial serotonin with shopping bags sealed with a perfectly tied bow. I didn’t need tempting, the newly styled mannequins, not even the bow (although Dior’s raffia version went straight in my hair), I was ready to run back to the shops arms wide open shouting, “I missed youuuuu.” I don’t know whether it was our time apart, or 12 April optimism coursing through me, but I had convinced myself that the shops would have missed me too. Maybe just maybe, they would…

A one-day diary from morning latte to lights out Ellen Evans is the first female editor of children’s TV show Blue Peter since 1988. She lives in Manchester with her two sons My alarm goes off… At 7am, but I’m woken up by my two children, who are 9 and 11, coming into my room to give me a hug just before my alarm, which is nice. I then get up and ready for the day pretty quickly; breakfast is usually a latte and a croissant with ham. At 9am, I take my children to school and do a quick 10-minute walk around my neighbourhood to get back home in time to start work. I’m responsible for… The overall editorial vision of Blue Peter, as editor of the show. This includes overseeing the research of…

words: billie bhatia We are in the midst of the big return to retail. Shops manoeuvring mannequins to look their glistening best, remerchandising windows to tempt willing shoppers in with a refreshed new look, and serving us a much-needed hit of sartorial serotonin with shopping bags sealed with a perfectly tied bow. I didn’t need tempting, the newly styled mannequins, not even the bow (although Dior’s raffia version went straight in my hair), I was ready to run back to the shops arms wide open shouting, “I missed youuuuu.” I don’t know whether it was our time apart, or 12 April optimism coursing through me, but I had convinced myself that the shops would have missed me too. Maybe just maybe, they would have thought about me. Reconsidered their offering and…