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By Sofia Laurent  |  Fashion Editor, London You score tickets to a live taping. Maybe it's a daytime game show, maybe it's a buzzy talk show, maybe it's a reality competition that your entire group chat has been collectively obsessed with for three seasons. The excitement is real. And then, roughly 48 hours before you're due to show up, the panic sets in — not about the show, not about the queuing at some ungodly hour, but about what on earth you're actually going to wear. The studio lights are brutal. The cameras are everywhere. You might end up in the background of a viral clip. Or — plot twist — in the foreground of one. Here's what nobody tells you when they hand over those audience tickets: what looks amazing in your bathroom mirror at home can disappear entirely under the flat, flattening glare of studio lighting. Certain patterns strobe. Certain neutrals read as grey sludge on screen. And certain colors — oh, certain colors absolutely sing . I'v...

By Sofia Laurent  |  Spring 2026  |  London Butter yellow is having its moment — and not in the way trends usually have moments, where you blink and it's gone. This is the color that's been building quietly since the tail end of last year, creeping into runway collections, capsule edits, and, perhaps most tellingly, into the hands of the women I see on the streets of East London who genuinely know how to dress. It's not the acidic yellow of the early 2000s that washed everyone out and asked you to be braver than most of us felt. This is something warmer. Creamier. The color of good butter on warm bread, if you'll allow the analogy — and in spring 2026, it's the hue to know. What makes it work right now is exactly what makes it feel different from the yellows that came before: it sits at the intersection of warmth and neutrality. It doesn't shout. It glows. And the women who are wearing it best aren't necessarily drowning in it head to toe — though th...

By Sofia Laurent  |  London-based Fashion Editor Right, so it's that specific time of year again — the one where the light starts arriving about twenty minutes later every week, the flower stalls on every corner triple in size overnight, and suddenly you open your wardrobe and everything inside it feels like it belongs to a different person. You know exactly what I mean. All the heavy knits and dark coats just don't make sense anymore. They look at you and you look at them and there is an uncomfortable silence. That's the moment pastels come calling. And in spring 2026, they're not whispering — butter yellow, baby blue, lavender, mint, blush pink, all of them arriving at once like a group chat you didn't start but are genuinely delighted to be included in. Here's what I've known for a long time and what I will say loudly until someone listens: pastels do not have a size requirement. They have a confidence requirement. The story that soft, pale colors ...