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This is an essay about nipples I have a proposition for you. It’s a product idea, of sorts. After long thought I’m pretty sure I’ve found a gap in the…

Identity is a difficult concept to grasp, both within ourselves and when expressed by others. Even harder to discuss in under 500 words. Often mocked as a notion desperately sought…

My dad has always been a sun-kissed Scotsman. Whether golden or a tad pink round the edges, he maintains his flush year-round, while I might freckle a touch mid-way through…

There is a certain way that sunlight glints off the grass of the Meadows – an unavoidable green space that anchors Edinburgh University students to a particular, universal meeting spot….

Any soul that has embarked on adventure by passing through hostels knows that, as the myriad of generously-measured cocktails begins to flow each balmy evening, so does talk of home….

There are many unspoken truths about homesickness. It is indiscriminate in its timing and location, striking like a wave of heat across your neck and turning a frantic piazza in…

On 22 November 1963, Jackie Kennedy wore a suit to her husband’s funeral. Three-quarter length in the sleeves, and a skirt cut just below the knee, the Balenciaga two-piece is…

The river’s waters were calm. A large and winding body that serves to unite two halves of a divided city through its many ornate bridges, it carves a line through…

Any soul that has embarked on adventure by passing through hostels knows that, as the myriad of generously-measured cocktails begins to flow each balmy evening, so does talk of home….

It tickles my nose, the dust. Sometimes I even sneeze, a sacrilege in such a hushed sanctuary. The shades of the worn-out spines all lean warm – I can firmly…