There are many ways to start your morning. I usually start mine with a pole session, reading academic journals for my PhD or going to work. This morning however I was among the first Londoners that got to see sketch London‘s…
If you’ve been following my social media spam, you already know I spent my Friday at Stylist Live by Stylist at the Olympia. I had always wanted to go, but since when it started I worked 9-6 it had never been possible. This year…
If you’ve spoken to me at least a few times, you probably know I enjoy fucking myself in the head with the pros and cons of social media. You know, soul- and time-sucking, fake identities and addiction vs. space to…
I’m typing this amidst the symptoms of a hangover, and the drinks I’ve had at Skylight London‘s winter relaunch (read: three, over several hours #Caro2Sips) are to blame. I could just go and get a bagel instead, but I’d rather…
If you thought I’d suffer from heat deprivation in London’s chilly Autumn after a year spent in the sun-drenched Coogee Beach, you are mistaken. I am making the most of what the UK Capital has to offer and damn, there’s…
Never had I ever been out in Paddington, but there are many things I will do for beer and pizza and venturing out to bars that are new to me is one of them. Here’s my review of Heist Bank.…
When thinking of Carnaby Street, the word “bliss” doesn’t often come to mind. Carnaby is cool, fun, full of yummy restaurants and binge-worthy shops… but damn, it’s busy. Still, on a sunny Autumn Sunday morning, I managed to discover Carnaby’s…
God, I missed Britain. Sure, the perpetual clouds, greyness and drizzle will end up annoying me by the time Spring comes, but getting a Sunday roast at a pub in Australia just felt kinda wrong. All I wanted was smoothie…
“We’re a bunch of feisty feminists who happen to love to take their clothes off,” said the MC from the East London Strippers Collective – a perfectly apt opening line to describe a raucous riot of a night, where talented…
Guard: “Lady, what are you trying to do? GET INTO THAT JUMPSUIT!” Me [wearing an awfully impractical tight pink dress]: “Sorry sir, just trying not show too much here!” My friend Mariola, who knows my pole dancer Insta feed all…
