Ashma John

Ever since I migrated, I have had a hard time breaking up with summer.  According to my husband, I never truly acknowledge it, I just automatically go into hibernation mode.

I ponder at times why we as Guyanese people are so reluctant to embrace parts of our culture.

I have been overwhelmed with the responsibilities of life, so much so that I have started to neglect my hair.

They say that you shouldn’t meet your idols as they almost always end up disappointing you.

It’s amazing how your interests and priorities shift as you grow older.

Our consumption patterns are directly linked to our value system. No matter how we try to alter our perception of fashion, each time we consume it is directly linked to personal choice and a clear reflection of our politics and disposable income among other things.

I haven’t been to Sunday mass in quite a while. Living in Belgium, I failed miserably when it came to finding a church that held services in English.

Living ethically as it relates to fashion has always been seen as elitist and rightly so to an extent since ethical clothing tends to be very expensive.

Guyana’s oil find seems to be the main topic dominating the news these days and rightly so.

There are no words to express how it feels to move through a European city during Pride Week.

We may think that the current obsession of having our brows look a certain way is peculiar only to this era, but it isn’t.

I have never been remotely interested in celebrity designers, well Rihanna’s makeup line Fenty Beauty is an exception.

It has taken me about two years to fully understand OCD and anxiety and to accommodate the idea of being comfortable with dealing with it.

I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m fighting the patriarchy unconsciously, much less consciously.

I wrestle with the idea of personal style being alive and well in the 21st century.

When we think of weddings in 2018, we hardly ever think of the groom and much less the guests.

I can understand why people at times do not see discussing the sartorial choices of others as important; why it comes off as frivolous and shallow.

For as long as I can remember, I have stayed away from dark-coloured clothing.

I hate the word faux; especially when it comes before leather and fur.

My husband often says that society should advance in the direction where we move from having independent individual style to wearing uniforms.