The sawdust on the floor gave it away: this was actually a living, breathing sort of workshop, not one where the workers are tucked away, out of sight for appearances.…
My phone buzzes just as I'm hopping on my bike, telling me I've got a photo in my whatsapp. M has sent me a photo of two different earrings, set…
A few years ago, I had this moment where I had to pinch myself - I was sitting seventh row at a flamenco fashion show. I couldn't tell you anything…
It's 9:32 when Carmen strolls in, still tightening the straps on her flamenco shoes. Bueno, chicas, empecemos. An air of confidence has blown in with her, though you'd hardly know…
Updated in March 2026: Anselma got a taste of karma and, after the pandemic, was forced to close. Two years ago, my dear friend Lindsay called me with a journalistic…