21/08/2025
✨August has been a warm and beautiful tangle, full of life admin, Hyde Park light, Victoria Embankment sunsets, fresh pastries, and all the small luxuries that make London feel deliciously alive.
But the most exciting part? The output of it all, how these days have been quietly shaping my storytelling.
Yes, I’m a journalist. Seventeen years ago, I was just a student with a Blogspot and a tangled sense of self, posting daily on missunderground, trying to write my way into clarity with undiagnosed ADHD.
Now, I’m revisiting those early fragments, messy, emotional, raw, and giving them new shape on Substack. It feels liberating. Like opening an old drawer and finding pages of yourself you thought you’d outgrown.
So I’m kicking off a new chapter of London Fashion Today with a side of literary excavation:
💌 Love Letters from My Younger Self: The Blogspot Years, is a series of memory fragments, revisited with diagnosed ADHD, grown-up eyes, yet still fuelled by a millennial sense of self, empathy and love.
✨ If you’re into old internet nostalgia, identity in motion, and journaling as self-repair, come read.
✨ If you’re into old internet nostalgia, identity in motion, and journaling as self-repair, come read.
👉 Link in Bio.
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