Trust Your Gut: An Interview With Marina and the Diamonds - Rookie

Marina Diamandis, the Welsh singer and songwriter also known as Marina and the Diamonds, is the queen of reinvention. She made her pop debut in 2010 with The Family Jewels, and in 2012 released the ambitious concept album, Electra Heart. It stars a super-glam character of the same name, embodied by Marina, who comments on female pop-culture archetypes (housewives, Hollywood starlets, bad girls, et cetera): “I’ve lived a lot of different lives, been different people many times,” she sings on the album’s opening track, “Fear and Loathing.”

After spending a few years talking about and being Electra Heart, Marina put the character behind her, but that doesn’t mean we’re any closer to knowing the “real” Marina. She once told an interviewer that she “wouldn’t want to spoil someone’s opinion of [her] by them knowing [her] as a person instead of an artist.” We know her because of how she executes her ideas—the things she makes for the world to see and hear.

In April, Marina will release her latest album, Froot; last week, I got the chance to chat with her about self-expression, playing a character, and sticking to your guns.

Gal Pals: Velvet Rut - Rookie

Gal Pals create music that makes me want to grab my best friend’s hand and sneak out of the house. Like the bands Best Coast and Hunx and His Punx, Gal Pals blend the mentality of garage punk bands with the harmonies made famous by girl groups of the ’60s. Their debut album Velvet Rut is going to be my daily soundtrack: I can see myself walking down the street feeling super brazen and confident with tracks like “Here’s To the Girls” and “For Our Sake” in my headphones.

Summer solutions for thick thighs - The Blush Hunter

Right now it’s too hot to care about anything, except whether or not you have enough change to get a jumbo Slurpee. Summer sucks. Sorry if that offends your sweaty sensibilities, but it’s true. It’s all hot winds (they’re like farts, except they don’t smell, aren’t funny and are EVERYWHERE) and public transport issues and realising your toes look weird in sandals.

I would trade the fluffiness and layers of winter for this fuckin’ nonsense any day. When it’s cold, I can wear my hair however I like, but right now I’ll settle for anything that just gets it out of my face/off my neck. All you have to deal with in winter is occasional skin dryness and chapped lips, but now all my aesthetic issues are amplified.

Which brings me to the real reason I’m here to shit all over everyone’s favourite season for happiness. I’m gonna talk about thighs.