After seeing The Smile of Her, I left the theatre convinced that Christine Lahti had created something far greater than a memoir brought to the stage. Through touching stories of her mother, her childhood, and her own journey through womanhood, she invites the audience into an intimate reflection on memory, judgement, forgiveness and the invisible burdens we all carry.

I thought about clawing my way into my brain last night. I wanted to. I wanted to peel each layer of my skin from my skull to break whatever frowns upon me as I live.

Many among us have nobly succumbed to the temptation of treating a film such as ‘The Odyssey’ (2026) as little more than an excuse to put on our Culturati Hats and get to nitpicking.

Photo by Malishka Shaikh-Kannamwar Last Wednesday, I went to see Saint Clair at The Shacklewell Arms. Apart from my excitement to get to go to the iconic venue I hadn’t been to before, I was also piqued by the band itself. With only one newly-released EP on all platforms, their show was still sold out, with everyone from middle-aged men to women in their 20’s practically bursting out of the jam-packed gig room. The opener jo from school took the stage first. In a scarlet dres

Jo Geller can trace the first songs she wrote back to when she was nine years old, grappling with the dramatics of primary school while sat at a piano in her north London home.