RIPE.

Living in this dress, so comfy and adapts easily to London’s ‘Is it sunny, humid or raining today?’ vibe, and it ends up being all of them, including monsoon like rains.
I’ll stop cocking on about how shit English weather is now because a) it’s shit and we know it and b) this is the kind of stuff you talk about with your boss in the lift

After having though about this for a very long time, I’m finally going to create my own magazine.
Yes. Shock
No. No shock
It’ll be an online online zine, and it’s going to be called ripe

It’s all in the pipeline, and it’s going.to.happen.
All I need now is you, Dear Reader, to holla at me with some content.
I’m talking editorials, a cool polaroid you took, a poem you wrote, what your favourite city is, a story on why Alexander Wang is the best thing since sliced bread. BRING IT ON (cheerleading content will not be published) (unless it’s brilliantly sarcastic/has photos of you in your cheerleading outfit that’ll make people look at the magazine) kidding

ripe will be full of eye food, editorials, interesting stories, and just things you wanna know

I’d love to hear your ideas and thoughts so getgetget typing