Kate Halfpenny

1 week ago | watoday.com.au | Kate Halfpenny

My appetite for the boilover lies less in the question of who made the first caramel slice, more in how we got here. Why are we taking our culinary inspiration from lifestyle influencers in the first place and not, say, actual cooks? And no, this isn’t a takedown of Bellamy in particular — it’s a broader question. When did we stop listening to experts and start listening to the girl with the best hair?

1 week ago | smh.com.au | Kate Halfpenny

Regular columnist May 2, 2025 — 11.35am, register or subscribe to save articles for later. Add articles to your saved list and come back to them any time. Last month, I fell prey to an influencer. A cool New Yorker who named Clark Wallabees among the three types of shoe we all need right now. I ordered two pairs. Then realised I’d bought desert boots with a wedge crepe heel that I’m too old to wear with the required irony.

2 weeks ago | smh.com.au | Kate Halfpenny

Regular columnist April 25, 2025 — 11.30am, register or subscribe to save articles for later. Add articles to your saved list and come back to them any time. Look, I fancy myself as being as modern as anyone who remembers chanting “Peace, Charger, Fosters Lager” in the 1970s or drinking Tang while watching Lost in Space can be. If you ignore all the mid-century furniture, contemporary is my vibe. I know burrata is over, that statement belts and solo travel to secondary cities are hot.

3 weeks ago | smh.com.au | Kate Halfpenny

Regular columnist April 18, 2025 — 11.45am, register or subscribe to save articles for later. Add articles to your saved list and come back to them any time. Bad feminist that I seem to be, I missed what many other women saw and felt when the “historic” all-female Blue Origin space jaunt started making news. My first thought? Cool space suits. Very Josie and the Pussycats. Seventies glam, high pony, love it.

1 month ago | smh.com.au | Kate Halfpenny

Regular columnist April 11, 2025 — 11.31am, register or subscribe to save articles for later. Add articles to your saved list and come back to them any time. When the rogue dumper slammed my gasping, half-dacked husband on the Thailand beach in 2018, he took a while to regroup. From the safety of his towel, he scanned for a second Poseidon Adventure-style wave and then for the roving ice cream seller to take the sting off near-death. Too rattled to read, Chris started watching a nearby couple.