union jack dress
I spent a solid 10 years of my adolescence as a platform-consumed Ginger Spice wannabe.

(Sorry not sorry for the pun.)

To mark the twentieth anniversary of Spiceworld (which coincides with the double decade anniversary of Geri’s emblematic Union Jack dress) eBay.co.uk has taken a look at our favourite Spice Girl fashion moments of all time. With nearly 10,000 live listings for ‘Spice Girls’ on site, the supergroup’s sartorial legacy shows no sign of saying Goodbye (my friiiieeeend…I’ll stop, I swear).

Much like the digital rendering of the word itself, the iconic and beloved response to our Spice heroines’ former style selections seem impossible to replicate in an age where almost everything a celebrity wears will be broadcast instantly and persistently on social media.

Replicas of Sporty’s trademark tracksuit? eBay.co.uk get 40,000 searches for it a month. Posh’s LBD? Two sold per hour. Baby’s platforms? 20,000 sold. Ginger’s union jack dress? 19 sold each day.

I mean, that dress. Those starless stripes. A tea towel sewn onto a Gucci dress was once able to dominate front pages and hearts alike.

The 1997 Brit Awards show-stealer epitomised ‘iconic’. It became an emblem of an entire decade. – the rise of New Labour, the international acknowledgement of Cool Britannia, and Girl Power (knicker-flashing and all).

As Mel B recalled, ‘That was the first time I realised how brilliant Geri was. She had a real sense of what would catch on in the press.’

It went on to become the most expensive piece of celebrity clothing ever sold at auction (beating both Marilyn Monroe’s white halterneck and Diana’s wedding dress). That Union Jack carried cultural influence in a way our societal overexposure could curb for years to come.

The trip down memory lane called for a little throwback eBay fashion mission of my own, as you can see.

Viva forever, Spice fam.

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mercante supper club 1
I am a little bit indecisive when it comes to ordering food.

Little bit in the way that Donald Trump is a little bit awful.

It’s not so much that I’m a picky eater but that I’m someone who suffers from culinary FOMO on the daily. When I eat out, I want my choices to not only be better than the versions I could make at home but better than everything else on the menu.

Mercante have developed a rather magical way to do both.

This month, the authentic Italian restaurant launched a monthly ‘no menu’ concept supper club to showcase the seasonal delights of la dolce vita del cibo.

Head Chef Davide D’Ignazio’s evolving four-course menu is revealed to guests on arrival and plays heavily on his home country’s regional specialities.

At the supper club’s nativity, we enjoyed a plate of truly succulent pork cheek (with opaline crackling, porcini carpaccio & celeriac puree), delica pumpkin risotto amaretti with parmesan crumble, sea bass (with a shockingly tasty fennel, olive & caper salad), and a pomegranate gel panna cotta. Each cooked at our side by David while we indulged in perfectly paired wines.

The recipes of which I would also sell a kidney for.

(The ‘no menu’ Mercante Supper Club experience is priced at £55 per person for and will run on every third Thursday of the month at 7pm. Advance booking essential.)


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one new change
It’s finally here, mi amigos. The day I get to pop the champagne and announce my brand new partnership with One New Change as their Instagrammer In Residence!

Over the next year, I will be sharing my favourite parts of One New Change through @lelalondon and @onenewchange (so make sure you’re following both!) and holding four exclusive Instagram masterclasses to meet and treat you all at the luxe retail destination.

Their panoramic roof terrace has long been my favourite hidden gem for indulgent London ‘me time’ but their sixty-plus shops (Topshop, Oliver Bonas, et al) and sensational restaurants make this twelve month alliance a genuine dream come true.

Thank you all for your support and stay tuned for much more!



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Unbeknownst to my former self, one of my favourite Londoners managed to eat her way through years in this multicultural mecca without ever trying Indian food.

That is, until I got involved.

Wanting to introduce her to one of my all-time favourite cuisines, I hedged my bets on the rave reviews of Thali‘s traditional North Indian faire and booked in a dinner date.

Playing our respective parts as the spice-fearful (my date) and Kashmiri-obsessed (sup), Thali beyond delivered.

Over a bottle of red, we sampled their lightly spiced grilled scallops, mint & coriander packed spicy crab patties (a moreish delight) and vegetable samosas before diving into the deep end of their spiciest waters.

For myself, the Goan fish curry (Cod fish matured in my beloved Kashmiri red chillies, coconut & tamarind) met every complexity its spices demanded. For my chilli-wary pal, however, the comforting chicken tikka makhani (herbed butters, fenugreek, creamy fresh tomato sauce, et al) provided the perfect cherry pop to a well overdue culinary exploration.

Even if I managed to clear the dish of cumin-spiced saag paneer (with spinach and garlic) before her Peshwari Naan got the chance to scoop so much as a paneer cube.

As a concession of curdlessness, the delivery of a small Indian rice pudding coaxed my date into fully-fledged Indian fandom.

Though they’re not reinventing the wheel, Thali’s authentic dishes offered more than an introductory meal demanded and managed to delight my customarily experimental culinary impulses through the very last grain of sweetened rice.



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