I adore my wardrobe because it covers my distaste for what’s underneath.

Why do we feel drained?

Clothing never mattered until other people started caring for me.

You don't even recognise you were satisfied until you've overdone it.

Few days feel as prosperous as the first of the month.

Preservation is an obsession.

Yesterday morning, I walked out into a thunderstorm to get croissants.

There's a good chance I’ve already wasted enough days for one lifetime.

Hair rarely stays the way you’d like it for long.

Enhancing yourself is a well established process, but its escalation has been exponential in my lifetime.

Hope is habitually treacherous.

Living is about to get a whole lot less convenient; it has too. 

I won't feel satisfied until it's crossed off the list.

We all deserve to be treated, right?

Terminology like terroirs is meaningless to many, little more than places you can’t pronounce.

If time is money, what’s the value of yours?

Fashion exposes what it is to be human, straddling dualities encapsulating modern existence.

Mealtimes have become monotonous, and it's not my regular rotation of food's fault.

I’m certain I’ve never chosen a pair of glasses; they’ve always picked me.

When did you last go a day without checking how much you have in your account?