What’s currently on your nightstand?
My nightstand adopts a less-is-more approach, like much of my surroundings. I'm using a table I bought from Martino Gamper, which I love for its multi-functional design. On it rests my lamp, a ceramic dish I picked up in Japan holding a few pieces of jewellery, and more often than not, a cup of green tea.
I keep a small crate from HAY tucked under my bed - it holds a few essentials: under-eye patches, castor oil, moisturiser, and Tussle, of course. My Kindle is usually hiding under my pillow somewhere.
Is your nightstand curated, chaotic, sensual, spiritual - or something else?
Curated. Clutter and chaos don’t really work for me. Part of winding down is creating a sense of calm, and that starts with a clean space. I can’t function in the morning unless my bed is made - the same goes for my nightstand. There’s definitely a spiritual element to it too: being surrounded by objects I love, or that hold meaning, without the noise.
What’s your love language?
To be honest, I’m still working that out. At the start of this year, I became single, and the last six months have been about healing, looking inward, and asking real questions - about who I am, what I want to give and receive, and what love truly means when it's directed at the self.
For a while, I felt like I’d lost my sense of self post-breakup, so these last few months have been about reclaiming it. And discovering my love language is a part of that. So, stay tuned. I wanted to share this because I know others might be in a similar place. Self-discovery can be confronting, but it's also beautiful - and I finally feel like I’m emerging on the other side.
If sex or intimacy were a colour, what would it be?
If intimacy were a colour, it would be midnight blue - deep, quiet, infinite. The colour of whispered thoughts and slow exhalations. It’s not loud like lust; it’s the hue of trust, of being seen, of knowing someone not just by touch, but by silence.
Do you have any rituals to wind down?
Yes - my wind-down ritual has become something of a personal ceremony. It begins with a long shower, followed by skincare - sometimes a mask or body oil, just small, deliberate acts of care.
Once the sleepy tea starts to brew, my body knows rest is near. Since becoming single, I’ve really come to appreciate this stillness - the quiet of being alone, and the clarity that follows. I often journal to release the day, then curl up with a book. It’s a gentle, grounding close - a reminder that healing isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s just creating space for yourself in the quiet.
