Author: Kayla Joleen

Mother Clucker

‘What’s in a name? The thing we call a rose would smell just as sweet if we called it by any other name.’ –Romeo and Juliet Wise words written by Shakespeare, or perhaps more knowingly, spoken by Claire Danes for those Leanardo Dicaprio fans (i.e entire female population). Yet despite this confirmation of a names unimportance, I still found myself in desperate pursuit once I heard of a place called Mother Clucker. All I knew was it’s name – a magnificent name – without any other regards for what it sold and if it sold it well, and with that one tiny bit of information I went all Liam Neeson and hunted those mother cluckers down. Luckily for me, it turned out that Mother Clucker was good – really good. Serving chicken from a converted US Army ambulance, the truck moves around a lot, where it’s currently residing in Elys Yard in Shoreditch. The only downside was that on the day I went they weren’t serving mac and cheese or the ‘Cluckwitch’,  so we went for …

En Route

This weekends destination was Route, a cafe situated round the corner from Dalston Junction. I first found it on a Saturday morning hunt for a hangover-breakfast. You know the kind. Something that requires minimal effort/moving and arrives quickly. So I was relieved not only when we found Route within a short walking distance from where I was staying, but even more so when I saw ‘The Hangover Breakfast’ printed upon the menu. If you look to the right side of the menu and go down, you’ll also find ‘Hair of the Dog’ printed on there, but I prefer a different hangover cure thankyou very much. Food. And lots of it.   The cafe describes itself as a deli/bistro that’s inspired by the Middle East and the Mediterranean. The theme is more apparent on the lunch and dinner menu, where seasonal salads and sandwiches adorn the counter. On the breakfast menu you can go for the Mediterranean breakfast or the Shakshuka (a Middle Eastern egg dish), however there is nothing I love more than a traditional …

Sugar Coated

When did pink become cool again? Was it before the Prada pink suit or after the Arvida Bystrom/Petra Collins art takeover? It was definitely after Barbie, but I wouldn’t say it was on a 2004 Wednesday either – sorry Mean Girls. We’ve come a long way since Juicy Couture tracksuits, Motorola flip phones and mini handbags, allowing us enough time to recover from our previous disastrous pink affair and dive into another one, only this time more wiser and less Paris Hilton. So on a 2016 Wednesday, how would the Mean Girls wear pink today?   ‘On Wednesdays we wear pink.’ Fuchsia and hot pink would definitely not be seen. This time around it’s shades of rose and blush, a softer approach but not necessarily a subtler one – blocking your entire outfit is still very much a yes. The reason it works now is because the pieces are structured; tailored items make the trend girly without looking childish, a grown-up approach to feminine dressing that ensures nobody ends up in the Burn Book for a …

The Good Life

Welcome to The Good Life. Where the food is healthy, the customers are wealthy and Kanye’s 2007 lyrics will relentlessly run through your mind. The Good Life Eatery has been popping up on my Instagram feed for a while, a page I followed in hope that it would inspire some type of clean-eating diet in my life when I tried to stop eating sugar. It didn’t and I haven’t, but all the same it didn’t stop me from wanting to visit when I was attending an exhibition in the same area. Located in Kensington, I shouldn’t have been surprised when we reached the cafe to find that the prices were fairly high – particularly for someone on a student budget. But as I like to play blissful ignorance toward my impending debts, I happily went in and played wealthy Londoner for the day – a game I play a bit too well. The seating area was small, but most people were taking food away on their lunch break. It got so busy that the queue …

Caffeine Confessions

Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I made a lie on a previous post. It wasn’t intentional and at the time it was true. I really did believe that the Shoreditch Grind made the best iced mocha’s in the land. But now I have seen the light. The heavens opened and showed me the way. Like the shining star that led the 3 King’s to Jesus. Except it was in London, so it was a tiny glimmer of sunshine (at a push). And it led me to Brooklyn Coffee. See! The signs were literally right in front of me, urging me to my coffee enlightenment. I stepped in, unaware of the coffee blend I was about to taste. They didn’t even have iced mocha written on the menu, but when divine intervention is taking place nothing gets in the way. I asked the lovely workers if they do make them, and they briskly whipped me one up using their b-eautiful coffee beans. Now, I first heard about Brooklyn Coffee as I heard they were best …

Dishoom Bombay Cafe

Dishoom. Even the word tastes good to say. The sshh followed by the long ooo and finished with a definitive m. Yes it’s safe to say I have fallen quite hard for the Bombay restaurant, the new apple of my eye and the main reason why I cannot fully commit to my new vegetarian lifestyle. (I’m going with ‘part-time vegetarian’ – it has a better ring to it than ‘vegetarian apart from the occasional Dishoom breakfast.’) Loose morals aside, the Dishoom breakfast is regularly mentioned in many ‘London’s best breakfasts’ articles. I’m definitely not the first to have fallen for it. In fact everyone who I mentioned my visit to gave a knowing nod, either followed by a distant look as they recalled their own Dishoom love affair or a distant look as they tried to ignore the empty feeling of knowing they had not yet been. Maybe I just imagined that but I know that’s how I would be feeling inside. So to aid the desolate and despaired who haven’t been, I’m here to fill you in. With …

Why 2016 is the year to embrace your fro

If anyone didn’t know hair could be so political, they certainly did after the release of Beyonce’s Formation. (If you still don’t know, you can get an intro here.) The fro is having a mo, and I’m sure I’m not the only one rejoicing. You can say it’s just hair but it goes a lot deeper than that. Hair is our identity. It’s often the first thing we try to change when we want to change ourselves, evidenced by Emma Watson chopping her locks off after ten years as bushy-haired Hermione, Miley Cyrus ditching her long brunette waves for a peroxide pixie crop and of course, Britney Spears’ bald-headed breakdown in 2007. So you could say that after several years of moulding my identity to fit everyone else’s, I am ready to start shaping my own. Here’s 5 reasons why it’s the perfect time to ditch the straighteners. 1. INDIVIDUALITY IS IN Conforming is out – as discussed in my last post. Nobody worth noting achieved success by trying to be someone else. Being yourself is …

Can you like fashion without actually liking fashion?

Tackling life’s big questions today, though not coming to any definitive conclusions. As per, I am being painfully indecisive and wasting time questioning pointless things. Do I like fashion? Could my outfit (above) be deemed as fashionable? What’s the difference between style and fashion? And is it possible to like fashion without actually liking fashion? Am I going through some sort of fashion-existential crisis? It began the other day when I offered one of my friends a copy of ELLE magazine and she politely declined. My friend studied fashion and I would say she’s a fashionable person. Yet when I asked her why she didn’t want it, she said it was because she didn’t like fashion in terms of trends and designers. Yet by definition that’s what fashion is. So how was it possible for my fashionable friend to dislike fashion? I began applying these questions to myself. Would I say that I was someone who liked fashion? On the surface – yes. I’m obsessed with fashion magazines, have a fashion blog, enjoy styling outfits and …

Rekindling the fashion flame

‘Something rather magical is happening in fashion: there is a gentle but significant new mood sweeping through design houses…I sense a remarkable era ahead, one that defines a new fashion voice where the brave and remarkable shine.’ The editor’s letter in the ELLE January issue perfectly summarises my current feelings toward fashion. For the first time in a very long time I feel inspired again, excited to wear the SS16 trends but ready to abandon them at the same time in pursuit of my own personal style. Either one will do, as luckily for me the industry’s new mood is the individualist, or as Amelia Diamond puts it – street style has become personal again. My most recent purchases are an affirmation of that: red co-ords, silky pink bomber jackets, patchwork jeans and strappy orange heels. Granted, they won’t look good together but if I wanted to try it then why the hell not? Where fashion was once used to express yourself, a minimal and monochromatic palette bought monotony to the masses, eschewing any glimpse …

Orange Wednesdays

What rhymes with orange? A question that has teased minds since the beginning of language. This season, the zesty colour has presented a new challenge for me. What goes with orange? Until now, I believed orange was strictly for prison jumpsuits and monks. It is a colour that has never lay in my wardrobe nor have I ever wished it to. It is halloween pumpkin costumes, high-vis traffic cones and ‘you’ve been tangoed’ jokes. It is not fashion-friendly. Or so I believed. Fashion’s current individualist attitude is rubbing off on me. Maximalism is in, though it’s not something I could pull off. But keeping the style and cut simple and injecting a burst of colour? That’s something I can work with. And it so happens to be that orange is the colour I want to work. Red may be the colour of the season, but it’s (currently) not a shade that I enjoy. Yes it’s love and lust and passion, but it’s also brash, flamboyant and brazen. It needs suitable colouring to pull it off, …