Isabelle Eyman

1 week ago | camillestyles.com | Isabelle Eyman

We may receive a portion of sales if you purchase a product through a link in this article. Even though we’re in the early days of summer, I’ve found myself stepping outside to be hit not with a burst of energy, but with a strange kind of heaviness. It’s the season of longer light, dinners al fresco, and a calendar that suddenly fills up without warning. And yet, instead of feeling revived, I’ve been moving through it all with a low hum of fatigue that I can’t quite shake.

2 weeks ago | camillestyles.com | Isabelle Eyman

In a world shaped by endless scrolling and bite-sized updates, the best Substacks have emerged as a quiet revolution. More and more, we find ourselves craving depth over immediacy—turning away from the fleeting content of social media and reaching instead for something slower, richer, and more meaningful.

2 weeks ago | camillestyles.com | Isabelle Eyman

As a woman today, doing things alone in public—whether grabbing coffee, going to the movies, or enjoying a solo dinner—often comes with a cultural stigma. It can feel like you either have to fear solitude or turn it into a bold statement of independence. There’s vulnerability and judgment at both ends of that spectrum. A few years ago, when I found myself living alone for the first time, these societal narratives left me feeling not only alone but also isolated in my experience.

2 weeks ago | camillestyles.com | Isabelle Eyman

I’ve always loved a weekend with minimal plans—when the days feel open, almost expansive, as if anything could happen. (And if what needs to happen is a nap, I’m willing to embrace that journey.) While my early twenties were spent chasing one plan after the next (fueled, if I’m honest, by FOMO and too much coffee), I’ve come to learn that joy doesn’t always live in the hustle.

1 month ago | camillestyles.com | Isabelle Eyman

We may receive a portion of sales if you purchase a product through a link in this article. I used to think thrillers weren’t for me. The tension, the high stakes, the creeping sense that something sinister lurked just beyond the page—I preferred stories that felt a little softer, a little cozier. But then, in 2022, The Housemaid by Freida McFadden took BookTok by storm, and curiosity got the best of me. I picked it up expecting a quick, entertaining read. Instead, I was consumed.