hax lip kit
After a few months of repetitive rituals, I am having a moment with new beauty products.

HAX Holographic Lip Kit
My first obsession is the lip kit so many of you asked about from this outfit post. The brand, HAX, has been created to move beauty hacks away from Instagram filters and into our hands – the put everything you would need to recreate tutorial-worthy looks in one-stop kits. They currently sell kits for everything from a shimmer cut crease to a rose gold lip, but the holographic lip kit – super sumptuous and simple to customise – is my favourite.

Frezyderm Sunscreen Velvet Face SPF
I wasn’t prepared for the sun to grace our little island with its presence quite so soon (what, with springtime snowstorms and all), so went on a mad rush to find a top-notch sunscreen when it did.

One of Meghan Markle’s reported faves seemed a good place to start.

Frezyderm, the Greek pharmaceutical brand famed for its paraben-free ingredients, was touting a ‘velvet feel’ transparent serum sunscreen that seemed perfect. And it is. The water-resistant formula is full of goodness, dries completely matte, and even doubles as a foundation primer.

I have been using a combination of the face SPF and Invisible Spray SPF (which offers additional antioxidant protection when my bod’s out) and couldn’t be happier.

BeGlow Tia
I have been wildly skeptical about ‘skincare systems’ for over a decade. While good genes definitely play a part, I have always found my skin looks and feels best with the help of a natural and simple skincare regime. More than three products – let alone a device – seemed excessive.

BeGlow (and their new sonic device, Tia) have completely changed my mind. The device was created by tech and skincare experts who had experienced problems with other cleansing devices and it shows. The Tia is 100% hygienic, gentle enough for everyday use, waterproof, and even tones the skin as it cleanses.

With a USB-rechargeable battery, the cleansing process utilises gentle pulsations to shift impurities from the skin. But it doesn’t stop there. A neighbouring anti-ageing titanium applicator then works to improve blood circulation, cell vitality, and oxygen absorption. Finally, you can trigger dual pulse technology on the device’s curved back to contour the face with low and high-frequency pulsations.

It is unreal.

Manuka Doctor
Last but not least, two powerhouse products from Manuka Doctor; the Balancing Micellar Cleansing Pads and 24K Gold & Manuka Honey Face Oil.

I have been using the nutrient-rich pads to lazy girl cleanse my skin every night and their scent – a delicious blend of manuka honey and floral nectar – is partner-appreciating levels of divine. They can remove stubborn makeup as well as they can hydrate the skin (thanks to enriched fruit acids and Vitamin C), prepping me perfectly for a deep morning cleanse.

And that’s where the facial oil, fortified with 24-karat gold, comes in. I have been applying it with the BeGlow Tia’s titanium plate and the pimped up precious plant oils (marula, inchi, kukui, et al) give me the most even, illuminated complexion imaginable. It is potentially the most affordably impressive face oil I have ever tried.

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margarita rumble
I’m about to reveal the best margarita in London, y’all. Strap in.

This is a story about a woman (hey, there) who did all the ground work so your liver doesn’t have to.

Well, myself, Margarita Rumble, and Jose Cuervo.

The Rumble, now in its second year, is a day-long competition where expert mixologists from each respective city cocktail their way to claim prestige as creator’s of the Best Margarita. And the world’s number one tequila announced they would be sponsoring London’s grand ole fiesta. I could hardly miss out.

In three sessions, margarita lovers enjoyed two hours of bottomless 100% agave Jose Cuervo Tradicional-filled margaritas from the likes of Trapeze, Barrio Bars, Cabana Brixton, Whistling Shop, Benitos Hat, Little Bat, Eaton Square Bar, Zebrano, Simmons, The BootLegger, and title-defending Café Pacifico.

The space turned into a magical melee of margs. One with roasted pineapple and jalapeno puree, vanilla, and garnishes of pineapple crisps & candied jalapenos. One with rhubarb. One with Aperol foam. One flower-accented tipple spritzed with Laphroaig to finish.

Yet, after all votes were cast, Café Pacifico deservedly took the crown for the second year with a fruit-packed margarita; sweet and spicy rim, pipette-injected tequila watermelon, fragrant finishing spray, and all.

Realistically, when would Cuervo two-ways not get the gold?

‘Til next year!

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pom pom shoes
I’m not saying shoe gods exist, PER SE, but some spiritual sartorial entity has been pointing me in the direction of these pom pom heels for quite some time.

First, there was the move. The organisation of (and reintroduction to) years of heeled artwork. A collection, while enviable, with a noticeably pom-pom hole in it.

Then, a stranger pointed out that House of Fraser had a hyper-haute shoe closet of their own. Pom poms, pin heels, et al.

It seemed rude to ignore such designer deities.

(Note: dress sold separately but what good is making the postman carry a box without a new dress in it as well?)

What I Wore:
Fleur sandals from Miss KG
Bardot Rylee midi dress by Jarlo
Lipstick (going in May’s Beauty Favourites, so keep an eye out!)

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galvin anthenaeum food blog
Let’s cut to the chase here; the under-appreciated Galvin at the Athenaeum may not have Michelin stars of its own, but it has knocked some of my more recent Michelin-starred meals out of the park.

The sophisticated hotel’s ground-floor Galvin is the brain child of chef brothers Chris and Jeff Galvin (who you may recognise for their own trademark French-inspired Michelin menus). At the Anthenaeum, however, the double act have dedicated their seasonal dishes to all things British.

We’re talking local produce and independent farm faire with a haute cuisine métier.

The doorman greeted my dinner date and I warmly on arrival, walking us over to a tragically deserted restaurant. I was intrigued but dubious. With such inherently hospitable service and the Galvin name behind it, why was no-one having dinner at their more affordable outpost?

Unless their bottomless brunch is keeping them afloat, I still can’t be sure.

Absolutely everything was perfect. The fresh Glastonbury farmhouse-buttered wheat bread and champagne (menu-perusing mates at their best). The lasagne of Dorset crab with Nantais butter sauce (an intoxicating cloud of seafood). The Galvin cured smoked salmon, Burford brown egg ‘dust’, sour cream , and caviar (the pinnacle of quality DIY starters). The Iron Bark pumpkin risotto with seared Orkney scallops (the most flavourful and balanced risotto I have enjoyed in any restaurant). The Rose county beef rib eye with green peppercorn butter and chunky chips (because what is a British menu without one?).

By the time we were half-way through our mains, we were in a cacophony of culinary coo-fare with our table neighbours. So much so I considered offering up a spoonful or two in exchange for theirs.

Nonetheless, I licked my own plate clean and geared up for a expertly-curated selection of English cheeses (served with grapes and celery) while my date cast an inquisitive line into the depths of a warm rice pudding (with macerated prunes and praline, respectively) like no other.

Galvin have done the Great British Menu and then some.



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I live to share the places I love with anyone who may feel the same.

But I suppose that’s pretty obvious from these travel blogs, eh?

Nonetheless, I have so many destinations on my hit list I very rarely allow myself to visit the same place twice. Weekends away are the one opportunity I am able to turn a manic work schedule in my favour.

With just a weekend to spare and my passport burning a hole in the pocket of my Winter coat, a trip to Jersey promised to be the perfect escape.

Short flights practically ascend to descend from London and – after falling in love with the Channel island during a Christmas getaway – I knew Jersey had an intimate, foodie-friendly offering that felt just right for my loved one’s introduction to Saint Helier and beyond.

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