The Lateish Show funny guy has conquered the BAFTAs, Netflix and the Brit Awards. What’s next on his world domination to-do list? Er… gardening. Watch out, Titchmarsh.
WAGs still exist, sure. But no one’s doing it like the noughties OGs anymore.
Green juice cleanse? No, thanks. A new and improved girlboss is reigning terror and she doesn’t just beat men at their own game – she eats them, too.
Supreme’s favourite videographer has a killer instinct when it comes to spotting new talent. This year, he decided to start his own company and break the hard-entrenched rules of skateboarding in the process.
Prada loves him, he’s acted in one of Netflix’s biggest films of 2020, and is about to star as Sid Vicious in a TV drama about the 20th century’s most notorious British band, the Sex Pistols. Where did it all go wrong, Louis Partridge? Where did it all go wrong…?
Meet designer Randa Kherba, actor Marli Siu, author Moses McKenzie, chef Rahel Stephanie, musician Rainy Miller and photographer Fin Flint – six up and comers across six different disciplines to keep a watchful eye on. They’re gonna be huge.
After a three-year wait, the fourth series of Stranger Things has finally dropped. But we were too distracted by the cast’s dodgy ’dos to concentrate on what was actually going on.
The East Londoner killed it in drama school pal Michaela Coel’s devastating I May Destroy You. Now, he’s in the thick of the apocalyptic action in Alex Garland’s Men and Sky’s The Lazarus Project. But don’t worry – he’s still got time for Glasto…
The actor, model and only celebrity who’s currently celebrity-ing properly discusses outer space, inner thoughts and how she’ll be remembered in the history books.
By day, they’re balancing spreadsheets and cooking up sales strategies. By night, they’re head banging to My Chemical Romance. Welcome to the dual life of corporate emos.
The star of the thrilling, radical drama reveals what she’s been reading, watching, memeing and more.
The latest in the hotel’s global takeover is only in our favourite bloody party spot. Grab your Speedos and say a prayer, you lot. It’s a riot.
As Manchester City win a fourth Premier League title in five years, we meet the talismanic midfielder with the world at his feet, a Gucci ambassadorship and the kind of megawatt charm that’ll burn through English football for the next decade.
Daniels’ emotional sci-fi epic is already one of A24's most critically acclaimed flicks. Fancy some more bonkers, mindbending, multiverse-themed cinema? Here’s what to watch next.
The legal battle between bad WAG Rebekah Vardy and Coleen Rooney has gripped the nation. But in reality, this saga should have played out in DMs.
So much of cheating on screen is presented as flippant promiscuity or malicious deception – but in reality, infidelity rarely happens that way.
The zine founder explores chronic illness and feminism in her debut book Poor Little Sick Girls. Here, she reveals what she’s been reading, scrolling over and memeing.
Yesterday, the Blackpool player publicly came out – the first professional player to do so since Justin Fashanu in 1990. While there’s loads more work left to do to tackle homophobia in sport, this is a huge win for the future of football.
Ever Googled your fave, only to find their success involves family connections? Unearthing nepo babies online is teaching fans about privilege faster than you can say “started from the bottom”.
Mark Hunter spent the mid-’00s documenting the era’s sauciest and naughtiest parties. 15 years on, his Y2Ks Archive book features Ye, MIA, Paris Hilton and more.
Ahead of Saturday’s final, THE FACE went down to Wembley Stadium to ask footie fans one all-important question: what’s wetting your whistle?
Whether you’re a seasoned professional or novice watcher, here’s a guide to the best knee-slapping comedies, nail-biting action dramas and reimagined cyberpunk classics to watch on the platform this year.
Sick of doomscrolling? Anna Cafolla selects the juiciest reads to dig into this month, from thrilling erotica and pop culture deep dives to explorations of New York's seedy underbelly – you name it, we’ve got it.