Vogue India

1 day ago | vogue.in | Jenna Ryu

Sure, you might know your love language—maybe it’s words of affirmation or acts of service. But what about a fight language for our conflict styles? While the five love languages have become a popular reference for describing how we give and receive affection, there’s no equally buzzy framework for understanding how we fight.

2 days ago | vogue.in | Emma Specter

There are countless ways of flirting, from playful banter at a run club to stealing someone’s hat on the playground. Yet one method that’s gotten big on Instagram recently is the so-called ‘triangle method’. And no, it doesn’t have anything to do with whisking your intended off on a whirlwind trip to the Pyramids of Giza (although this would probably also work, if you’re financially set up for such an expenditure in the pursuit of mere flirtation).

5 days ago | vogue.in | Daisy Jones

I’ve always been a staunch believer in decluttering—on a conceptual level. Ideally, I’d have a single rail of clothes and a near-empty house. In reality, though, I live in a relatively small southeast London flat with a wardrobe that might actually give way (from all the jeans) and a partner who loves old books and secondhand electronics. Together, we have created a home that is currently giving “jumble sale”. Learning how to declutter your home doesn’t have to be a complete clusterf*ck though.

6 days ago | vogue.in | Boutayna Chokrane

You little anarchist. They told you to put your phone on airplane mode, and you just… didn’t. Maybe you were sending one last Slack; maybe you decided not to take PTO and you’re in the middle of a Zoom call; or maybe you just don’t like being told what to do. Either way, you’re not alone. Next time you’re flying, just ask the person beside you if they have toggled that airplane icon on their phone, and they will likely meet your sheepish look. But does it even matter?

1 week ago | vogue.in | Emma Specter

The first time I ever held a baby, I knew immediately: I am going to have one of these someday. This thought was somehow preposterous, given that I was around 11 at the time.