Elle Hunt

1 week ago | dazeddigital.com | Elle Hunt

Linea Maja Ernst’s sun-soaked debut novel was an instant bestseller in Denmark and has already been translated into ten languages – to mark its UK publication, Ernst speaks to Dazed in her first-ever English interview It’s a strange time to be a young person. Half of your friends may be homeowners, married and with 1.25 kids, while the other half are still figuring out what they want to do when they grow up.

2 weeks ago | theguardian.com | Elle Hunt

What makes a film “feelgood”? If it’s not a romcom, or otherwise setting out to impart warm fuzzies, familiarity plays a big part. I’ve seen Jaws so many times that watching it now truly feels like sinking into a warm bath. It’s always been my favourite film; I’ve read the book, got the hat, seen the play. (Did you know that, on set, the animatronic shark was called Bruce?) Far from keeping me out of the water, Jaws stoked my interest in marine life, even inspiring me to get my scuba qualification.

4 weeks ago | taipeitimes.com | Elle Hunt

By Elle Hunt / The Guardian The other day, a friend decided to playfully name our individual roles within the group: planner, emotional support, and so on. I was the fault-finder — or, as she put it, “the grumpy teenager” — who points out problems, but doesn’t suggest alternatives. She was only kidding around, but she struck at an insecurity I have: that I’m unacceptably, intolerably negative. My first instinct is to stress-test ideas for potential flaws.

1 month ago | theguardian.com | Elle Hunt

I’ve always owned houseplants – but not, it must be said, always the same houseplants. Of the handful of plants I tend to acquire every year, only one or two survive to see in the next. It’s not that I knowingly neglect them: I try to be attentive to their needs, water them regularly, assess their lighting. Every now and again I’ll even chuck them some plant food. But sadly it seems my enthusiasm for green matter is not matched by a green thumb.

1 month ago | theguardian.com | Elle Hunt

The other day, a friend decided to playfully name our individual roles within the group: planner, emotional support, and so on. I was the fault-finder – or, as she put it, “the grumpy teenager” – who points out problems, but doesn’t suggest alternatives. She was only kidding around, but she struck at an insecurity I have: that I’m unacceptably, intolerably negative. My first instinct is to stress-test ideas for potential flaws.