Living in London, you start to meet many characters. Some more fleshed out than others. My first year, fresh off the boat from California, I met this artist we will call Lana. Like many others, Lana had a hard time finding a flat. She could not find a place whose interior

In our first Coqueteo, which means something along the lines of banter, flirtatious and glamorous conversation, we sat down with British product designer and artist, Louis Benjamin Barrett. Irregular shapes punctuate his work, akin to a Casuarina Cunninghamiana tree you might come across in Mexico or rocks from the Sahara

There is only so much you can do in London in a day. Transport could be on strike, your bus might terminate 8 stops before your planned stop, or you simply don’t bike on the left side of the road – all of these conditions make moving around a bit

Today’s secret is heart-warming, in the spirit of our recent festivities. This holiday, in not-so-coqueta fashion, our house started to smell a bit funky. A rotten egg smell permeated through the halls. My grandmother, Mamina, was the first to notice the odor in her bedroom. My mother, of course, accused

There’s truly nothing like hometown gossip. It’s one of many reasons to be excited to go home for the holidays. My favourite story to pull out of my back pocket in moments of conversational need, is a kind of James Bond villain story about my neighbor. I must also preface

. Nadia Lee Cohen just launched her fabulous new book Holly Ohio at Dover Street Market in London. For those who live under rocks, Nadia Lee Cohen is an extremely successful British artist known for her fashion photography and filmmaking. She often appears in her own pictures, dressed up as

With the many festivities around the corner, what better way than to add another one? This week of November 24 marks the one week since the Coquetas.Online launch. For the occasion, we bring you our very first Email Report.

What happened to the personal flask? Maybe it has to do with the lack of proper suits and blazers but I guess you could still fit one into the front pouch of a hoodie.

Back in high school, I had a boyfriend who was convinced I perspired sweet nectar while he and the rest of the world sweated musty odor. The truth? My secret was a magical little pill called fenugreek, a herbal supplement most commonly used during breastfeeding.

Five summers ago my family and I took a fabulous trip to Provence, France, full of wine, relaxation, and the scent of fresh lavender. My mother, in her endless search for meaning and knowledge, had become hyper fixated on Mary Magdalene and the legends surrounding her. Naturally this meant we