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Fashion around Oxford – Joe Osei

Antonia Rogers
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Fashion around Oxford – Joe Osei

Joe Osei, budding stylist and general fashion icon, shares his style secrets and where he’s shopping right now.

Cherwell’s current fashion inspiration is Joe Osei, a third-year PPE student at St Regent’s College. With experience working behind the scenes at Paris Fashion Week, and generally serving looks around Oxford, he shared his fashion secrets with me over coffee at the Weston Library Café.

Cherwell: What are you wearing right now?

Joe: On top, I have this military style jacket from Brick Lane and a Bella Freud jumper. My corduroy trousers are from Jaded London, but you’re not allowed to hate it because I’ve been looking for a pair of really baggy corduroy trousers for three years. I’m also wearing my New Rock’s which I’ve had for ages. The laces are actually from my Jordan’s, because I really love patching shit up and making it work. My socks and underwear… you don’t need to know about.

Cherwell: So, how would you describe your personal style?

Joe: I was at the library the other day, and someone asked me what prop closet I got my clothes out of. I think that’s a pretty decent description of my style! It’s like a costume, like playing dress up. I’ll go through my wardrobe and look for an outfit that’s either funny, looks good, or interests me in some way. I get dressed about fifteen times a day, so I can’t really limit my personal style to one thing.

Cherwell: Has Oxford affected your personal style?

Joe: Unpopular opinion, but a lot of people in this city know how to dress really well. One of my favourite things to do is to walk down the street and observe what people are wearing, and pick things out. My housemates also affect my personal style because I’ve got access to so many more things; I can look at something that one of my friends is wearing and go “oh, I know exactly how I’d wear this.”

Cherwell: What is your go-to library outfit?

Joe: Generally something that’s quite dark, usually black or navy. Even though I’m wearing massive shoes and my shirt is probably too tight, I’m in clothes that I know I can move about in.

Cherwell: What is your favourite item in your wardrobe?

Joe: My full-length mink fur coat from the 1960s that I got in an auction when I was meant to be in a politics lecture. It’s so iconic, and I got it for such a steal. I will be buried in it! I also have this bright pink opera coat, which my friends call my Marie Antionette coat. I worked in PR over the summer, and my favourite part of the job was playing around in the wardrobe department and being given these really stupid pieces of clothing. The opera coat is one of those things that is just so unwearable, but so fun to throw over a shirt and jeans.

Cherwell: What is your best vintage find?

Joe: My Burberry coat. I went for a job interview at 16 (which I didn’t get) and I wanted to treat myself, so I visited this Burberry reseller on Brick Lane. Even though I couldn’t afford the coat, the guy gave it to me for a fraction of the price. That’s why it’s my best find, because it was just a person deciding to be nice to me, and that’s so lovely.

Cherwell: What’s your biggest fashion faux pas?

Joe: I have never made a fashion faux pas, and I stand by that. When I look bad, I look bad on purpose. I think it’s funny to dress out of type and see what you can get away with.

Cherwell: What is one item of clothing you would never wear, and why?

Joe: Skinny jeans. I did ballet when I was younger, and so my tight school suit trousers just looked a little bit wacky with my proportions. I do feel like the skinny jean hate is overdone – the bandwagon is crazy because some of you look good in a pair of skinny jeans, but you’re unwilling to accept it because you’ve fallen for the propaganda.

Cherwell: What are the clothing items you think everyone should have in their wardrobe?

Joe: Dress shoes. Wearing trainers everywhere just looks bad, and it can really take away from an outfit because it looks like you haven’t thought about what you’re wearing from top to bottom. So, you’ve got to have a pair of shoes that aren’t trainers.

Image Credits: Will Schwabach with permission

Cherwell: Where are you shopping right now?

Joe: I’m going to gatekeep because I hate you guys and don’t want you to have good things (“I want this to be quoted directly”). The one thing I won’t gatekeep is this app called Ganddee, which lets you know where all the second-hand stores are in any city that you’re in. I really need everyone to get on it, so they keep expanding, because I need to know where all the shops are.

Cherwell: What is your favourite place to shop in Oxford?

What Alice Wore. Once a month, she hosts a vintage pop-up where you can get lots of really cool curated vintage clothing. All of you should shop there more because she’s lovely, and if you’re nice and social, she might give you a discount. It’s also really nice to support local businesses.

Cherwell: You’ve accompanied fellow Oxford student and model Bebe Parnell to Paris Fashion Week. What was that like?

Joe: I’ve been three times. The first two times I was jobless – I was just there to shop and party! During the most recent one, I got a job doing the guest list for a fashion show. What I quickly realised was that it’s just kind of a job that’s really underpaid and overworked. It’s a lot of emails, taking pictures of stock, and getting the bus to deliver things to people. Once in a while, you get to feel like the most special person in the world because some famous stylist will come in and chat to you. But, right afterwards, you’ll remember that it’s basically like being a shop assistant convincing people to wear and buy things.

Cherwell: How is styling someone else different to dressing yourself? Do you take a different approach?

Joe: I look at them, at their bodies – certain silhouettes will look really great, where others will look kind of wacky. I also look at the way they express gender. Bebe recently told me that she wants to look like Patti Smith in the 1970s, so I created a mood board and selected certain items which I thought were interesting and that I could easily source. More important than money is the time – if you want to look good, you’ve got to be willing to dedicate an unnecessary amount of your time to just observing clothes. Additionally, apps like TagWalk, which enable you to search for specific items on the runway, are useful. I’m really just doing what I do with myself, but on a different body.

Cherwell: Do you have a fashion icon or designer that inspires you?

Joe: No, but I have an era that inspires me massively. I believe the early 2000s defined modern menswear. Within the space of about five years, we defined what masculinity looks like today. You can see the ultra-baggy silhouettes from the ‘40s and the ultra-tight, really skinny, coming into its own during that time.

Cherwell: Who in Oxford do you see as a fashion icon?

Joe: All female tutors are fashion icons in their own way. It’s interesting to see how they deal with a patriarchal institution (Oxford) in the way that they dress. Some of them will take themselves hyper seriously and dress in the mixed stereotype of what it means to look like an academic. Then, once in a while, you’ll have a really cold tutor who pulls up wearing a full leather pants suit. I think female tutors are the real fashion icons.

Cherwell: Any final fashion advice?

Joe: Unfollow every fashion influencer, because they are casting spells on you and forcing you into microtrend hell, where no one wants to experiment or admit that they like something that’s a little bit outdated. Even though something isn’t on trend anymore doesn’t mean it’s not cold. Don’t listen to them. Do what you want. Unfollow them now (unless it’s me).

Oxford students queue outside for 48 hours to secure accomodation

Archie Johnston
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Oxford students queue outside for 48 hours to secure accomodation

Students from the University of Oxford and Oxford Brookes University queued for over 48 hours this week to secure housing for the next academic year. The agency, Finders Keepers, released 40 properties for three or four occupants at 9am on Tuesday morning, to a waiting queue of more than one hundred students.

At 5.40am on Monday morning, there were already ten students queuing down the side of the letting office. Three groups of students had pitched tents, two of which were set up in front of the office windows. Due to the cold temperatures, most people in the queue were dressed in hats, scarves, and winter coats.

The queue for Finders Keepers has become notorious in recent years. Last year, the BBC covered the experiences of a first-year Brookes student who queued for 24 hours to secure a lease. The situation has worsened this year. Speaking to Cherwell on Monday morning, students at the front of the line said that they had been there since 8am on Sunday, expecting a 48 hour wait to secure the house that they wanted.

The properties offered by Finders Keepers are primarily in Headington, Marston, and Cowley, and the demand from students at both of Oxford’s universities is intense. An Oxford student who joined the queue at 9am on Monday told Cherwell that she and her prospective housemates had looked at ten houses the previous week through another letting agency, Chancellor’s. All ten of the available properties were leased before the students could attend the viewing. 

A spokesperson for Brookes University told Cherwell: “Many students choose to live in the private rented sector after their first year, which is common across the sector. In Oxford the market is competitive due to high overall demand for housing in the city. Returning students can also apply for University accommodation and many do so each year. To support students navigating this, the University provides clear guidance throughout the year on how and when to book with the University.”

Of those Oxford University students waiting in line, around half were medical students seeking housing in Headington due to the neighbourhood’s close proximity to the John Radcliffe Hospital. A third-year Oxford medical student told Cherwell that though she could have another year of college accommodation, “the accommodation we do get is in north Oxford whereas the hospital is in southeast Oxford, so very inconvenient location wise. This means that what generally most people have to do in fourth year is find a house somewhere else.”

The student lamented that the scramble to find housing came alongside the transition to clinical studies: “This is routinely the year that people find the most challenging, just because of how big of an adjustment it is to be in the hospital. So, having this looming over my head plus this whole organisational crisis with trying to find a house is not great, and I know that there’s a lot of people in the same boat as well.”

Explaining the process of securing a house through Finders Keepers, she said that the agency does not give property viewings before leases are signed, at which point tenants must make a holding deposit of a week’s rent. What this means, according to the student, is that “effectively a viewing costs £700”. She said that this makes it difficult to assess the quality of a property before one has signed the lease, a process that she said “feels really shady”. She told Cherwell: “Just because we need houses as students and the letting agencies know that, doesn’t mean the letting agencies can just take advantage of us.”

Victoria Lyall, head of marketing for Finders Keepers, told Cherwell: “Launching our properties on a nominated date is the fairest way to give all students a chance to find a property they want. This enables us to communicate this date to students so that they can see all available options in one go.

“During the pandemic, we launched the properties remotely (via the telephone) but this was not effective as the systems were overwhelmed; rather than one person calling on behalf of a group of five they were each calling and getting their parents to call in an attempt to get through first. We have always stated that we are open to suggestions on how to manage this situation in the fairest way, and this remains the case.”

Lyall said that students queuing was not necessary, and that other properties become available later in the year. She claimed that “if students start to queue, we advise them (face to face) that it is not necessary.” Students waiting outside the office on Monday, however, encountered no staff from the agency.

What I discovered when I started reading French books

Ben O'Brien
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What I discovered when I started reading French books

My most hated subject at school was French. I mean, I hated every subject – the only thing I remember liking in all my years at school was the hour-long geography lesson we spent watching videos of erupting volcanos (lava spouting!) – but French had a special place in my list of hated things. This was partly because learning it seemed so boring. Did we really need to know how to buy an umbrella, or how to help Simon find the bus stop, and couldn’t we do something more interesting, like watch a French film and drink red wine? But there were also the usual Anglocentric reasons. I didn’t see why I, an English-speaking person, should have to learn a foreign language, when out in the big wide world everyone else would have to speak English just like me. On the morning of my French GCSE, I slipped out of the school gates and went to the park to smoke weed. Needless to say, my results weren’t good.

Little did I know at the time, I had many things in common with Annie Ernaux, the French author who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2022 (the first French woman to do so: fifteen French men had been nobelised before her). Not that I’ve won the Nobel Prize (I’ve never even been nominated). Nor am I French, a woman, or born in the 1940s. And for that matter, Ernaux didn’t even hate school. But one of the major themes of her writing is the tension between the world she was born into – that of provincial, rural France, where most people spent their lives working on the family farm and where living room floors were made of bare soil – and the one she climbed her way into, that of the university-educated intellectual elite whose books were published by Gallimard. One of Ernaux’s obsessions is the way that ‘provincials’ felt disdained by what we would now call the metropolitan liberal elite, and how they disdained those elites in return. Town versus county, intellectuals versus the ‘uncultivated’, those who quote Shakespeare versus those who don’t – all these oppositions are present in much of Ernaux’s writing. There’s a lot that I, the weed-smoking hater of anything intellectual, including learning other languages, could have identified with, had I been willing and able to read French.

Funnily enough, today I both read and love Ernaux’s books, due to the fact that I now do something that fifteen-year-old me never in a million years imagined possible: living in France. Though I come back to Oxford for term times, for the last five years my official home has been a small medieval town in southern Brittany, where I live with my French partner. But it took me a long time to really feel at home in France. Between going back to Oxford for an undergraduate degree, a masters, and now a PhD, it’s been hard to find the time to properly learn the language, let alone build up a circle of French friends. But eventually I got sick of not understanding a word anyone said to me on nights out and decided to take learning French seriously. And one of the major steps in that has been reading Ernaux’s books.

For those starting out reading French, Ernaux is a good place to begin, because her writing is so straightforward – pick up any review of her work and you’ll see her writing described as “sparse”, “clinical”, or “like cut glass”. When confronted with the scary thing called French Literature, it’s easy to feel you have to start with the intimidating classics, Proust’s three thousand pages about Madeleines, page-long run-on sentences and all. At least I did, and it’s the quickest way to confirm the feeling that your French is useless. Giving up Proust and finding Ernaux’s cut glass is a good way to realise that your level probably isn’t as bad as you think. I read La Place (1983), the short book about the death of her father that made Ernaux’s name, in a weekend. I followed this with Une Femme (1988) an equally short book about her mother’s gradual descent into dementia and then death. A lot of death to deal with at once, but Ernaux’s writing is so gripping, its impossible to put the books down once you’ve started. And I hardly had to use a dictionary. 

But there’s also a political point to Ernaux’s writing. As she has spoken about at length, she never escaped the feelings of guilt that came with joining France’s intellectual elite – she describes herself as a “class defector” (“transfuge de classe”) – and both her subject matter and her style reflect this. Time and time again her writing returns to the experiences of those, including her own parents, who felt looked down upon by French social elites, and the point of her pared back style is that her parents and those like them could feel both that her books spoke to them and spoke like them. And therein lies the value of Ernaux to me. She shows that intellectualism, if that is what writing books – or, dare I say, going to Oxford – has to be called, it can be done without pretension. Maybe if I’d read her sooner, I’d have done better in my GCSEs. Or at least I’d have thought that trying to do well didn’t necessarily have to involve quoting Shakespeare.

‘Designed to be deleted’: The unHinged world of online dating

Beatrix Arnold
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‘Designed to be deleted’: The unHinged world of online dating

I’d been warned about the dating scene at Oxford. There’s something about self-entitlement that sharpens the sting of hook-up culture. One too many walks of shame through the city centre as students flocked to their 9ams taught me all too clearly that academic and emotional intelligence do not always develop in equal measures. And so, earlier this year, I made a pact with a friend that we would both download Hinge. Given my track record of Kanye-defenders, love-bombers, and emotionally under-developed mummy’s boys, I figured that I had nothing to lose. 

The notion of romance, naively supported throughout childhood through the Hallmark staples of love letters, roses, and the meet-cute, has, inevitably, evolved in the digital age. The whole process of dating has become ‘gamified’, and romantic decisions are compressed into the tap of a button – a bleak arcade machine where the prize is usually disappointment. If you’re looking for the reasons behind the dwindling marriage rates, I have an entire album of screenshots that make a strong case. Somewhere between the third “I’ll fall for you if… you trip me” prompt, and the eighth awkward group photo (it’s always the one you hope for the least), I came to accept the fact that I wasn’t going to find the one on Hinge. 

The entire concept of online dating has long been regarded as dubious. Flattening yourself into the confines of a perfectly curated profile can all too easily verge into the risky territory of commodification, a marketing campaign from which a unique image of yourself can supposedly be extracted, bolstered by artificial insights into your personality to muster a mumble of self-expression. Within this hall of mirrors, you must display uniqueness filtered through the limits of the socially digestible. This performance art eschews intimacy and reduces romance to a highlight reel of superficial ranking, a digital pageant show which incurs the same, age-old objectification, the same Faustian bargain with a built-in obsolescence clause. We are made to represent ourselves in some sort of perverse panopticon of romantic and sexual fantasy. 

Everything about this is a humiliation ritual. The act of sending a like is enough to make you feel like Carrie Bradshaw showing up at Big’s door. You have to cultivate a show of insouciance, an ironic detachment: desperation is detrimental to the brand image. Even Vogue decreed that having a boyfriend is cringe now, actually. One wrong romantic step is figured as a catastrophic brand collapse, where partners are evaluated not as people, but as threats to your image. This focus on optics turns out to be just another symptom of the timeless idea of women as a product, something to be marketed and sold – capitalism loves to disguise itself as feminist analysis. 

But it never felt that serious. Once I had abandoned the hope of actually making a meaningful connection, scrolling the app became a kind of entertainment, an opportunity to laugh with my friends over some of the more egregious profile choices. The bleak landscape of online dating, when viewed through this lens, was transformed into a carnivalesque display of what Oxford has to offer. That is, of course, until I began to more frequently experience that uncanny feeling of recognition as I pass people on Broad Street. Oxford is ultimately too small a place for the world of Hinge to be safely abstracted. The profiles of friends, exes, and BNOCs appearing on my feed has caused me to throw my phone across the room in shock more times than I can count. One more photo of someone in an academic gown is going to make me scream, not to mention the sheer number of people willing to label themselves ‘conservative’. But the real low point came when I received a pick-up line that was patently AI-generated. Clearly, communicating with girls their own age is beyond the skillset of the average Oxford student. 

This is not to say that such a disheartening range of options is an Oxford-specific problem. When I went home over the vac, the only profiles that came up on my feed were the bartender at my village pub, and a boy I went to primary school with. Needless to say, this didn’t fill me with optimism. At some point, the curiosity wore off. Opening the app became admin and tapping through the profiles became a chore. The ethos of “it’s just around the corner” is an exhausting one, and lack of fulfilment breeds defeatism. The half-baked prompts and confusing red flags that had, at first, provided such ripe comedic material, now became a source of frustration. Increasingly, I found myself lost in analysis paralysis, weighing up which of my standards I could compromise on in the interests of the least bad option. I buried my instincts for self-preservation and followed the rules for dating proscribed by the universe (or rather, the Hinge CEO).  

Hinge fails because it turns dating into a diagnostic test. Romance is too stubbornly particular to be generated by an algorithm, particularly one that, as a business model, benefits from relational failure. Dating apps impose an artificial structure, an illusion of control over something inherently mysterious, as if all romantic experience can be concentrated into the conveyor belt of homogenous profiles. 
Hinge is marketed as the app “designed to be deleted”, but what it didn’t specify is that it would be out of frustration, rather than any kind of romantic fulfilment. All this is to say, there’s no way Zohran Mamdani met his wife on Hinge.

Oxford Art Society: Discovering local talent on St Giles’

Natalie Conboy
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Oxford Art Society: Discovering local talent on St Giles’

On a grey, rain-soaked afternoon in September, St John’s Kendrew Barn Gallery offers a quiet beacon away from busy St Giles’. The mix of warm light and colour provides a welcome retreat from the weather, and an inspiring insight into the local artistic talent of Oxford.

It is the perfect setting for the Oxford Art Society’s latest Open Exhibition. With four light, airy rooms inviting you to explore, the space is still “small enough to take in”, according to Caroline Moore, an oil painter and member of the society. They hold two exhibitions a year: one Open Exhibition in September, and a Members Exhibition in March. Kay Gibbons, a committee member and glass artist who helped curate this exhibition, told Cherwell that members must live within 30 miles of Oxford, and have their art accepted into two open exhibitions, before receiving an invite from the committee.

The focus on local artists was the founding principle of the society, established by watercolour painter Walter Tyrwhitt in 1891. The Society’s 134 years of commitment to promoting local artists has revealed the wealth of artistic talent in and around Oxford. Previous members include Henry Lamb, Paul Nash, and Nancy and Richard Carline. The prestige of this society is evident in its committee members: in July none other than Kathleen Soriano was announced President Emerita, and Oxford-based artist Francis Hammel opened the private viewing of the current exhibition. 

This year’s Open Exhibition was arranged such that the eye was drawn around the rooms by changing colours and themes, with each piece complimenting and contrasting its peers in complete harmony. There was something in every single one of the approximately 250 pieces which captured my attention. The range of styles and media meant each brought something unique, and although there was no theme, there was a sense of coherence running through: a boldness, and a striking novelty, no matter the subject.

OAS also focuses on promoting young artists in Oxford: their OAS Young Artists Exhibition is open to anyone between the ages of 18 and 30, and students are encouraged to apply. There are further links between the University and the city in the Oxford Art Society Associates, led by President and Emeritus Professor Martin Kemp. The OASA was founded in 1962 with the aim of making art regularly accessible to the people of Oxford. They provide six lectures a year on the visual arts, delivered by specialists in their fields.

From the mix of media, to the Society’s mission to promote local artists: collaboration and integration is at the heart of what I took away from my visit.

Kay told Cherwell about how she integrates different surroundings in art – sometimes drawing inspiration from the poetry she reads – and finding new meaning in different forms. Another member of OAS who draws inspiration from the local area is Mark Clays, whose first volume of his long term project A Never-Ending Way, a four-volume concertina sketchbook of the Hinksey Heights Nature Trail, is featured in the exhibition. Mark uses his experience as a volunteer on the trail, as well as the words of Wordsworth’s The Prelude, an extract of which he takes as the epigraph for his work. His project is still ongoing, and will take 18 months to complete. This piece, placed in the centre of one of the rooms, contributed to the extremely ‘Oxford’ feel of the exhibition, and shows that the Society’s focus on locality is still strong. 

In a city so deeply rooted in artistic and intellectual tradition, the Oxford Art Society’s Open Exhibition stands as a testament to the enduring vibrancy of local creativity. This exhibition is both a celebration of Oxford’s past and a glimpse into its artistic future, and I will definitely be going back to see their Members Exhibition in the spring.

You can view the exhibition artworks in the online gallery on the OAS website, and visit the Members Exhibition in March 2026.

Gina Miller: “Vigilance is a civic duty for all of us”

Hattie Simpson
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Gina Miller: “Vigilance is a civic duty for all of us”

Gina Miller is not a conventional political figure. She did not rise through party ranks, but she has altered the British constitution twice – first by forcing Parliament to vote before triggering Article 50, as part of the Brexit process, and then by blocking the unlawful prorogation of Parliament by Boris Johnson in 2019. These interventions were clearly not about winning power, but about reminding the country that in a democracy, watching the watchers is everyone’s job. “Vigilance is a civic duty for all of us”, she says – a line that clearly sits at the centre of everything that follows.

She speaks about her court victories with a level of clarity that leaves little room for sentiment. They were necessary because the people paid to guard the system failed to do so. She’s blunt about it: the cases revealed exactly how easily a government can attempt to bypass Parliament – and how MPs often allow it. Her interventions filled a vacuum that existed only because, as she puts it, MPs had abandoned their basic duty to hold the government to account.

But Miller’s scrutiny of executive power didn’t begin with Brexit. People may think she “cropped up from nowhere”, she says, but her political awakening came during the Iraq War, when she first realised how heavily modern governments rely on archaic parliamentary tools. During the Blair decade, 98% of new laws were made through secondary legislation – procedures that cut down debate time in Parliament and often weaken scrutiny. Watching Blair repeatedly lean on these historic mechanisms (the so-called Henry VIII powers) lodged something in her: the sense that our constitutional culture runs on trust, tradition, and assumption rather than real constraint. Her assessment now is stark: “when there is a majority government, we almost have a state of autocracy.”

It’s why she sees 2016 not only as a moment of political upheaval but as constitutional exposure: “2016 will go down, I believe, in history as a really pivotal time for our democracy and our politics in this country…the change started, where we are now living and where we will go in the future.” Brexit revealed how poorly understood the system is, how quickly misinformation fills the gaps, and how fragile democratic checks become when voters – and their representatives – look away. When she says democratic norms are “under threat”, she’s not referring to party politics but the machinery beneath it: scrutiny, transparency, parliamentary literacy. In her view, the foundations have not adapted to the weight now placed upon them. 

The examples she gives are, quite frankly, astonishing. The Brexit impact assessments – legally required, politically essential – were handled with a secrecy she still finds extraordinary. Parliamentarians were shown them in a controlled room, for a single day, without access to their devices. Only 83, out of 1450, bothered to go in. Worse still, the assessments themselves amounted to barely a few pages – including for sectors like the NHS and education – compiled last minute by David Davis, then Secretary of State for Exiting the European Union. For Miller, it’s symptomatic of a Parliament that has stopped taking itself seriously. The problem, she implies, is not that the public has lost trust – it’s that Parliament has stopped earning it.

This is what drives her belief that the system is outdated and needs structural change. When I ask how she would modernise Parliament, her answer is immediate: abolish the whips. I’m not convinced – the prospect of Parliament without any collective discipline feels, at least, dangerously unpredictable – but she is emphatic in her reasoning. She talks about the whipping system as “official bullying”, a mechanism that protects party leadership rather than the public. MPs, she argues, should answer to their constituents, not internal enforcers. Another reform, with which I wholeheartedly agree, is a statutory duty of candour in public life. This is something that, she notes, somehow doesn’t exist despite being fundamental in every other profession.

Miller is equally direct about the personal cost of taking such positions so publicly. “Being a woman, especially a woman of colour, has amplified the backlash” – not self-pity, but instead an explanation of the political climate she is working within. She describes the threats and misogynistic and racist abuse she receives as “incredibly difficult”, yet she refuses to frame them as a deterrent. Instead, they’re a motivator – she emphasises this sort of trained steadiness. “I’ve built the resilience to stand firm”, she says, less like a confession but instead simply as a practical requirement of the job. These attacks haven’t softened her but sharpened her. She refuses to cede the political ground to people who weaponise hate, and she refuses to let them shape the atmosphere of political life; even as she admits that the growth of the far-right has increasingly meant that whilst “there are always voices of hate and dissent and division in society, they have tended to be on the fringes, now they’re being given the permission and the oxygen to be mainstream and take over”. 

Her assessment of the state of women in Britain is equally unvarnished. She sees a rollback underway – in workplaces, in culture, in politics – and she doesn’t bother dressing it up. Progress is not guaranteed; it can be reversed, and in her view, it is. She is clearly frustrated when she says that “my sisterhood and I, the things we fought for 30 plus years ago, we did not think we’d still be fighting for now in our places of work, in the home and in society”. She warns about the resurgence of traditionalist narratives around women’s roles with a seriousness that comes not from alarmism, but from this pattern recognition that can only come from experience.

Her understanding of fairness also comes from lived experience, but she describes it without sentimentality. She notices injustice because she always has; she acts on it because, as she describes, that is the only rational response. What grounds her now in this fight against injustice is simple: democracy is only as strong as the people paying attention to it. Institutions can be ignored; rights can be diluted; the public can become distracted. The remedy, in her view, is not submission to the system but scrutiny – the kind that is active, informed, and unafraid of confrontation.

Her advice for young women is correspondingly practical. Stop apologising. Use your voice. Don’t crave certainty. And recognise that campaigns, and working for what you believe in, require unglamorous, consistent work. These are clearly her tools for survival. 

Similarly, when she says that “vigilance is a civic duty for all of us”, it is not with hope or idealism or sentiment. It is said with the plain confidence of someone who has seen what happens when people stop watching – and who has no intention of doing so herself.

Why Roblox Continues to Dominate the Gaming World in 2025

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Why Roblox Continues to Dominate the Gaming World in 2025

The Game That Grew Up with a Generation

Roblox isn’t just a game, it’s an entire universe built by its users, for its users. What started as a modest sandbox experience for young creators has evolved into a digital behemoth. In 2025, Roblox is no longer the scrappy underdog, it’s the main stage for millions of developers, players, and digital entrepreneurs. With an emphasis on player-generated content, social experiences, and accessible game-building tools, Roblox has tapped into something bigger than gameplay: it’s shaping digital culture.

Accessibility, Creativity, and Currency

Part of Roblox’s long-standing success lies in its accessibility. You don’t need a high-end PC or console to dive into the platform any mobile device will do. But beyond that, Roblox empowers its community with intuitive creation tools and a marketplace economy powered by its in-game currency, Robux.

And this is where the Roblox gift card quietly powers the ecosystem. These digital cards make it easier for users, especially younger ones who may not have access to online payment methods, to safely purchase Robux and access premium content or avatar upgrades. Whether it’s buying a rare skin, unlocking game passes, or supporting their favorite creator, Roblox cards are the invisible fuel keeping the engine humming.

Built for Gen Alpha, But Ready for Everyone

While originally beloved by tweens and teens, Roblox has steadily matured alongside its audience. In 2025, it’s not unusual to find creators in their twenties and thirties building complex simulations, monetised story-driven games, or educational tools using Roblox Studio. The platform has embraced developers by offering real revenue opportunities, from payouts based on engagement to partnerships with brands and even the option to cash out Robux.

This level of integration between play and profession means Roblox isn’t just where kids hang out – it’s where innovation is happening. It’s where the next generation of game designers, coders, and entrepreneurs are cutting their teeth.

Community Is King

Unlike traditional gaming titles with fixed narratives, Roblox thrives because of its user-driven content. There are no creative boundaries: horror games, tycoon simulators, fashion shows, virtual concerts – you name it, someone’s made it on Roblox. This dynamic ecosystem evolves faster than any major studio can keep up with. And the best part? Players aren’t just participants – they’re collaborators.

The platform’s social elements, like chat features, friends lists, and party systems, make it feel more like a digital hangout than a solo gaming session. That blend of community and customisation has turned Roblox into a virtual third place for millions of users around the world.

Staying Ahead of the Curve

Even as the gaming industry gets more crowded with new platforms and flashy titles, Roblox has managed to stay one step ahead. Why? Because it listens. Roblox Corporation continues to invest in AI tools, moderation systems, and user protections, focusing heavily on digital safety, especially for its younger demographic. In a time when online spaces are under scrutiny, Roblox’s proactive measures have helped maintain trust and loyalty.

On the content side, Roblox’s embrace of UGC (User-Generated Content) and its continual improvement of the development platform has created a snowball effect: more creators bring more content, which brings more players, which attracts more investment. It’s a cycle that shows no sign of slowing down.

A Digital World Fueled by Digital Goods

Roblox isn’t dominating by accident; it’s engineered for adaptability, creativity, and community. In 2025, it continues to lead not just as a gaming platform but as a cultural space where digital identity, storytelling, and play all converge.

And when it comes to fuelling that world, tools like Roblox gift cards play a surprisingly crucial role. They’re not just a payment method, they’re a gateway to immersive experiences, creator support, and digital independence.

‘An evening of refined fun’: ‘An Ideal Husband’ reviewed

Lara Machado
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‘An evening of refined fun’: ‘An Ideal Husband’ reviewed

An Ideal Husband is a guaranteed evening of refined fun. Carfax Productions’ take on Wilde’s classic play is charming and does the text’s wittiness justice. But don’t be deceived by its sparkling surface: a lot of thought and consideration has obviously gone into staging this and all its cast and crew should be very proud of the final product. 

Wilde’s text follows a rising star politician Sir Robert Chiltern and his wife, Lady Gertrude Chiltern, both apparently upstanding citizens focused on improving society. The arrival of the mysterious, seductive, and – we quickly realise – dangerous Mrs Laura Cheveley has the potential to change everything. In possession of a secret that could dishonour Chiltern in the eyes of the public and, more importantly, of his own wife – for whom he is the paragon of goodness, the ideal husband – Mrs Cheveley is prepared to blackmail Chiltern into supporting the Argentinian canal scheme (a fraudulent venture). 

At the door, producer Teddy Farrand generously offered me a programme that audience members otherwise had to pay for. Although this may seem like a strange choice for a student show, when you see the programme you will understand why. Including a preface by Dr Tim Manningmore, lecturer of English at Regent’s Park College, a director’s note by Anabelle Higgins, and plenty of photographs by Tomasz Hearfield, An Ideal Husband’s programme was as detailed and carefully put together as you’re likely to get.

Lucy Wheeler in the role of Mrs Laura Cheveley undoubtedly steals the show. She is ridiculously charming, but also brings a nuance to Wilde’s femme fatale which elevates every scene she is in. There is an intensity to her gaze and presence, which makes both her desperation and allure completely convincing. You can feel other characters being drawn in by her magnetic pull; when she is onstage all eyes are on her. 

George Porteous, Rose Hansen, and Will Hamp also give great performances. Porteous as Lord Arthur Goring had the audience in his palm, he is effortlessly funny and every bit the dandy without ever falling into caricature. Rose Hansen brings maturity and seriousness to her role, which sets her character apart from all the frivolous, fast-speaking socialites that come in and out of her home. According to the programme, both Hansen and Porteous are American. Their accent work was truly astonishing – they sounded more Victorian than some of their British castmates! Finally, Will Hamp’s earnestness wins us over to Sir Robert Chiltern, managing to get across that despite past indiscretions Chiltern is a good, honest man. 

The supporting cast was also strong. Marcus Phillips’s outrageous French accent is particularly funny. He is barely onstage, but his performance is certainly memorable. Occasionally, however, it felt like the physical humour brought by the ensemble clashed with the more subtle performances from the lead cast. 

Louise Guy’s sound design is a highlight: the live piano music – played by Guy herself and Louis Fletcher – adds greatly to the show’s elegance. Rowena Sears also deserves a massive congratulations for her costume design. Not only is she able to completely transport us to the period, but her costuming choices encapsulate the essence of the play’s characters: the juxtaposition between Cheveley’s risque black dress and Gertrude’s practical New Woman skirt and top visually sets the two up as foils. 

The show was at its weakest when it came to overcoming the challenges of the venue. Regent’s Park Chapel seems an awkward space to stage any piece of theatre, but especially one where characters are constantly walking in and out of rooms. Entrances and exits had a tendency to feel awkward and overly prolonged. Probably due to the limited space, actors also had a tendency to stand in a line while delivering their lines, which especially when the stage became crowded was slightly awkward. 

Lighting a chapel is always complicated, but this lighting designer had a particularly difficult job. Unfortunately, the difficulties of the venue seemed to prevail. Lit entirely by two uplighters, characters were more often than not poorly lit and the angles at which these lights were positioned cast strange shadows all over the back wall. For a play that was otherwise naturalistic in its design, the occasional use of blue lighting worked against the show. Although I understand it was meant to emphasise the characters’ emotional states, it mostly hampered the performances, cheapening their dramatic impact. 

Minor technical issues aside, Annabelle Higgins is a director to watch out for. Her passion for the play comes across from start to finish and she is clearly able to get great performances out of her actors. Next time Carfax Productions puts on a play, however, they might consider having their actors read Cherwell rather than The Isis.

An architectural tour of the Schwarzman

Fredrik Mitchell O'Reilly
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An architectural tour of the Schwarzman

The product of a controversial £150 million donation, the new Schwarzman building is a dominating new presence for the city and university, built within the architectural patchwork of  the Radcliffe Observatory, Somerville College, and the Blavatnik School of Government. But whilst the Blavatnik takes its cue from the sleek, all-glass modernism of a Canary Wharf skyscraper, the behemothic Schwarzman, designed by Hopkins’ Architects, offers an entirely different impression.

Professor William Whyte, who acted as chair of the project board, told Cherwell that the brief for the building’s design was to create “a contemporary version of a traditional Oxford building” – a description as vague as it is evocative. And yet it describes precisely the impression one receives of the Schwarzman upon first viewing: a building which is unashamedly modern, and yet engaged in a subtle dialogue with the storied architecture of Oxford. 

Approaching from the North, the principal façade combines the familiarity of Oxford’s warm, honey-coloured stone with  vast windows, glazed with a single, uninterrupted pane. The composition centres on an outwardly projecting pavilion, supported by a sleek arcade of eight bays, which contains the compact, new Bodleian Humanities Library.  

This polished yet sober classical reference successfully negotiates the balance between tradition and modernity in a synthesis which is somewhat reminiscent of interwar stripped classicism. Whilst this stylistic parity may on the one hand recall the architectural language of continental fascism, Professor Whyte countered that the building was as much in dialogue with the work of Lutyens, as with the Palazzo del Civiltà Italiana. This classicism in geometry and form  lends the building something of a “civic” feel, to use Whyte’s phrase, an impression important for a building intended from the outset as a public, as well as an academic, space.

The Schwarzman avoids, however, the charge of inauthentic historicism.  It does not strive for the elegance of its neighbouring Radcliffe Observatory, completed in 1794 by the neoclassical architect James Wyatt. Instead, the Centre gives the impression of muscularity, a solidity of presence – largely a product of the building’s adherence to the passivhaus standard of sustainability. The symmetrical groupings of windows in the central pavilion give way to a playfully disordered composition of openings, which Whyte comments drew inspiration from the arrangement of windows at New College. 

Curiously, the entrance pavilion is a storey shorter than the rest of the building, undermining its massive presence. It gives the impression of a building embarrassed by its own bulk, stooping down at the centre to bashfully meet the Observatory. The landscaping between the two buildings manages this awkwardness with a little more flair.  The circular patterns of planting and lawn create a charming garden which flows naturally between the two buildings, easing the transition through the newly created plaza.

Moving inside the building, the sleek and crisp feel continues. The building’s interior is unashamedly modern, even corporate, although the use of wood offers a humanising touch. The main feature of the interior is the impressive glass-domed atrium, which rises through the full height of the building, flooding its depths with light. The wooden slats which crisscross the dome burst outwards like a star, and in their geometry recall the flavour of Islamic architecture. 

The atrium itself, with the off-shooting faculty offices whose names are displayed over their glass doors, recalls the labels in the quad of the Old Bodleian Library, and Whyte also notes the proportional similarity to the interior of the Radcliffe Camera. There is clearly an intent in the Radcliffe Observatory Quarter to create a coherent assemblage of university buildings mirroring the traditional University centrepiece of the Radcliffe Camera, Bodleian and Sheldonian, although an evaluation of the success of this endeavour must await the redevelopment of the as yet empty plot adjacent to the Schwarzman. 

The Schwarzman Centre, then, makes a fitting addition to an ancient scholastic heritage, sensitively tying in with the Observatory without alienating the post-modern buildings that surround it through an excess of ornament: a cautious and relatively successful approach to adding to Oxford’s built environment.

One of the most urgent films of the year: ‘Urchin’ review

Toby Bowes Lyon
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One of the most urgent films of the year: ‘Urchin’ review

There are few films which have the power to change how you interact day-to-day with the world. Urchin (2025) is one of them. Far from an easy watch, it seeks to capture the chaos and sheer emotional pain that comes with being homeless. It will make you stop and think the next time you interact with a homeless person, help you see the world through a more empathetic lens, and, critically, encourage you to take less for granted.

Only a deeply committed performance could enable such a film to succeed, and debut writer-director Harris Dickinson finds one in Frank Dillane. Dickinson, having made a name for himself as an actor with Beach Rats (2017) and Babygirl (2024), shows he is just as adept behind the camera as in front of it. His sharp direction combined with Dillane’s emotional intelligence as a performer brings out the complexities and contradictions of Mike’s (Dillane) story.

Mike is a homeless man whose life goes from bad to worse after he is arrested for assault. Refusing to simplify the complex issues linked to homelessness, Dickinson’s script sees Mike attempting to rebuild his life after his release from prison. The arc Mike’s life follows from there makes clear the barriers, both practical and emotional, which confront someone trying to step back from the edge. Mike faces difficulties trying to stay sober, find a job, and navigate love, all amidst a backdrop of systemic societal failings.

It is these systemic problems which the film could have done more to address head-on. Mike’s backstory is not fully developed; there’s only a passing reference to the fact he was adopted. Fleshing out his upbringing and his route to homelessness further could have made his character even richer, and linked back to some of the broader structural problems underpinning the homelessness crisis. The film’s exploration of Mike’s difficulties in getting housing after his stay in a hostel, where he is told he is likely to be “low priority”, is a strong start in this direction, but more emphasis on this theme could have made the film feel even more relevant.

One of Dickinson’s boldest choices as writer-director, moreover, is to incorporate a variety of surreal elements into the film. Some of these work better than others, and the film is perhaps strongest when it remains rooted in the harsh reality of Mike’s day-to-day experiences. Nevertheless, some elements of surrealism help to convey his deepening psychological distress, such as a bathroom scene where Dickinson’s choice of a blue-tinged palette references how Mike sees the world during withdrawal.

It is the moral ambiguity of Mike’s character, however, which makes him most relatable. Dickinson refuses to give him a purely redemptive character arc, instead opting to show both his strengths and weaknesses as a person. This is a man who assaulted someone trying to buy him food, and, when later given the chance to explain his actions to the victim, failed to do so. 


The fact the film still manages to make the audience root for Mike is one of its biggest achievements. His deep vulnerabilities are at the emotional heart of the story, and the overall impression is one of enormous wasted potential. Dillane’s performance does wonders in conveying Mike’s mix of hope, rage, despair, and joy, and how he desperately wants to believe in a vision of himself “in the driver’s seat”, as one of the self-help tapes he is given describes it. Throughout all of this, however, he emerges as a fully-formed human being, not merely a victim worthy of sympathy, and it is this which is the film’s primary strength.

At the same time, Urchin forces the audience to stop and think about what living a good life really means. In a bitter argument with love interest Andrea (Megan Northam), Mike accuses her of throwing her life away by becoming a hippie, collecting rubbish for a living, and making grand plans to start a business which she knows deep down will never amount to much. Such existentialist themes are a favourite conversation topic for Andrea, another aspect of her life which Mike ridicules, even if his hypocrisy is shown by his own far-fetched plans to start a chauffeur company.

The film thus illustrates how quickly and brutally a person’s life can unravel, while nodding to deeper questions of what makes life worth living in the first place. Andrea tentatively suggests love, but the intensity of the argument which follows shortly after makes clear the pain, as well as fulfilment, which can come from committed relationships. Mike himself explains earlier in the film that he had been avoiding dating for over two years, perhaps referencing some prior trauma which the film, frustratingly, leaves unaddressed.

Overall, this is a very strong debut from Dickinson. Strong casting, crisp writing, and an eye for the small tragedies of life mark out what must surely be a significant directorial career to come. Even his own supporting performance in the film is worthy of praise. Just as he prepares to play John Lennon in Sam Mendes’ upcoming films about The Beatles, it is clear that Dickinson’s skill at writing and directing will ensure his relevance in the film industry won’t abate any time soon. The fact this debut is so socially-conscious and thought-provoking makes this achievement all the more impressive.

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