Charlotte Edwardes

6 days ago | theguardian.com | Charlotte Edwardes

Alanis Morissette asks which version of herI wish to hear from: “The hormonal bitch who has a lot to say? The people-pleasing, kind, amenable part? They’re all here.” It’s 9am in sunny Los Angeles and the Canadian-born singer-songwriter is wearing a slouchy top, her wavy hair loose. She’s long been aware of these different“parts”, that her life is full of contradiction.

Feb 15, 2025 | msn.com | Charlotte Edwardes

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Feb 15, 2025 | theguardian.com | Charlotte Edwardes

I arrive early to meet Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, the Nigerian-American writer, feminist, author of Americanah. Her home, just outside Baltimore, looks Scandinavian somehow amid the snow crust and woodland. Adichie is mid-photoshoot, but the stylist shows me through to the kitchen, telling me to help myself to roast chicken and rice. At a desk in the corner, Adichie’s nine-year-old daughter is wearing headphones and absorbed in what looks like homework.

Feb 8, 2025 | theguardian.com | Charlotte Edwardes

Imagine a hospital room: in the bed is a cheerful man, white hair in aTintin quiff. His eyes are Swedish blue, his lashes a fine blond fan. He has a nebuliser strapped to his face, he’s taking deep breaths so that the steroid can loosen the bronchitis that has seized his chest. Outside is the northern Thai city of Chiang Mai and beyond, hills of tropical rainforest. But our patient is focused inward, mind ablaze. He is watching scenes unfold – a hotel, flame-lit, characters in frenzied dialogue.

Jan 18, 2025 | theguardian.com | Charlotte Edwardes

Rami Malek, in one graceful sweep, lifts the food delivery bags from an assistant and holds open the door of the photographic studio. He showers the room with greetings, asking names, responding to questions: he’s doing good, thanks; his Thanksgiving was good, thanks, his partner (actor Emma Corrin) threw a surprise dinner for him, trimmings and all, and he was blown away. He shakes hands with the crew, jokes about the music, apologises for being late. His fault, he maintains.