Long before I made it to a Berlin dancefloor, I was staring mysteriously out of school bus windows with FJAAK’s ‘Keep The Funk’ in my headphones, pretending I was already a cool raver girl there.
In a Booker Prize shortlist that includes tales of homophobic murder and suicidal ideation in the midst of the 2024 U.S.
A shopper on Manchester’s Market Street may seemingly have little in common with someone dancing at the Derby Brewery Arms at 3am.
Veneto and Friuli Venezia Giulia battling it out to a creamy death. The Italians in the Cold team on the best tiramisù they’ve tried in London.
“A song that I wrote for my younger self, my 15-year-old self”: at Walsall Arena, 600 people met every mention of her hometown with deafening pride.
The Cold Magazine headed west for the 60th anniversary of Notting Hill Carnival, one of the world’s largest, second only to Rio.
on Essex Road is one of those restaurants you’ve probably walked past a million times without noticing; this particular Modern European spot has survived an era in which restaurants repping that same cuisine began…
March is one of the best times to be in Rome.
Ten minutes into our conversation at their East London studio, AGRO Studio founders George Oxby and Angus Cockram casually reveal that they met on Hinge.
Mayfair isn’t somewhere I usually romanticise.
Rome is not the place to brazenly talk about coffee, unless you’re ready to risk being humbled.
As soon as Panchanit Suriyaworakul – the Thai tattoo-artist-turned-designer behind Jaoka Jaokha – begins talking, one idea tumbles into the next, looping back without warning, and I try to keep up.
Open the camera roll of anyone working in fashion and a pattern emerges: not just catwalk close-ups or backstage polaroids, but plates.
This year, The Cold Magazine travelled to Geneva to attend the HEAD Genève Fashion Show: a major showcase of emerging talent, supported by industry-leading partners and a jury of notable figures across global…
When Belgian designer Matil Vanlint speaks to me about HEAD Genève, her voice softens – almost cracks.
As classic Thursday nights in London go, this one began with (arguably) one glass too many.
Portugal might not yet rival Italy or France as a fashion powerhouse, but its disruptive energy is impossible to ignore. Six designers from ModaLisboa.
In recent years, a curious strain of corporate romanticism has seeped into fashion’s bloodstream.
My relationship with dreams has become a complicated one.
In Runners, Timisola Shasanya answers with garments shaped by heritage and the movement of materials across borders.
While Epitaph, Jean Louie Castillo’s AW25 collection, lingered among the tombstones of Highgate Cemetery, Tormentor seemed to burst from its crypts in a scream of fury.
And, most of all, we fear what it means to vanish – to be here, then not.
There’s something ancient about the way we gather to eat.
