Daisy Jones

1 week ago | vogue.co.uk | Daisy Jones

Everyone has a signature drink. For Carrie Bradshaw it’s a Cosmopolitan. For Charli xcx it’s an Aperol spritz. For the goths in your hometown it was a Monster energy drink. For me, though – and plenty of others, I presume – it’s a spicy margarita. A biting twist on the Mexican tequila-and-lime-based classic, a spicy marg is that perfect blend of sweet and sour with a little chilli kick. Is there any greater pleasure in this life than sitting outside on a hot spring day with exactly one spicy marg?

1 week ago | vogue.in | Daisy Jones

Straight leg jeans are really that sweet spot in between baggy and skinny. For the longest time, it felt like baggy jeans were the only choice for the street style crowd – ideally low-rise, with some pointy or Tabi boots being swallowed up by the pooling hems. In recent months though, and as the weather’s picked up, another style of jeans has been shuffling their way onto our moodboards. I'm talking, of course, about straight leg jeans.

1 week ago | vogue.sg | Daisy Jones

Bella Hadid—who I consider a sort of soothsayer when it comes to jeans—has also been on the straight leg jeans trend for a minute. Often pairing hers with a vest and trainers, or sometimes a lil stiletto, the 28-year-old model has got straight leg outfit combos down to a fine art. She’s also not averse to a high-rise straight leg with a belt, which feels very “early 2010s mom” in the best way possible.

1 week ago | vogue.co.uk | Daisy Jones

Fun fact: when I was a teenager, I used to live a few doors down from Alexa Chung and Alex Turner in east London. I’d see them in my local offie buying milk, or hanging around outside the Royal Oak pub and think: I want to be them when I’m older. Not one or the other, but somehow both.

1 week ago | vogue.co.uk | Daisy Jones

I am nine years old and my mother – in her mid-20s at the time – is hoovering the living room while “My Favourite Game” by The Cardigans plays on full blast. With each drum thwack she hits another corner with the power nozzle, bare feet padding across the carpet in low-rise jeans, me watching deadpan from the sofa. I will always associate that song with this memory.