








Posy Romano, Fashion Coresspondent at Large Knows what works. Won’t tell you. Posy writes in longform and looks in side-eye. Fashion’s last surviving adult in the room. She avoids the word “chic,” loathes the term “capsule wardrobe,” and considers the phrase “I’ve had my colours done” a personal affront. Posy is the type to wear a floor-length coat to a climate protest and still be applauded for it. Her approach to style is anthropological, not aspirational. She’d rather talk about the psychology of a pocket flap than attend a panel on “summer must-haves.” She rarely makes eye contact, not out of shyness, but because she finds it too conclusive. Her attention flickers like candlelight: warm, enigmatic, and impossible to fake.