For years, the English teacher has been a teen saviour for in-the-closet queers. Here’s why.
With Ari Aster’s fluoro-frightener Midsommar in cinemas, we explore the terrifying tradition of things that go bump in the day.
The North Londoner takes inspiration from Greek mythology for new track Taste Of The Heavens.
The devastating fires in the Amazon will have a knock-on effect for the rest of the world.
One week, one mood: Moya Lothian-Mclean’s deep-dive into the feel of the week.
As the government launches the controversial #KnifeFree campaign across London’s favourite fried chicken spots, The Face (and the general public) ask why.
One week, one mood: Moya Lothian-Mclean’s deep-dive into the feel of the week.
Beyoncé and Lizzo are the latest stars to amend their songs following criticism on social media.
Since entering the grime scene, the rapper has skyrocketed to stardom, pissing off right-wing politicians and fighting for the rights of the British public along the way.
An explosion of spicy creators means that clubs across the land now have their own highly unofficial x-rated ambassadors. But do they bear any responsibility for the backlash that follows?
Following the release of a viral trailer for M3GAN, a film about a robot doll gone rogue, a Twitter spat erupted between horror’s most notorious toys – and Chucky’s taking no prisoners. Behold, our ranking of the all-time scariest miniature killers…
As the gifted footballer – the game’s first real influencer – leaves Manchester United as a free agent, we look back at his troubled spell in the club.
The coronavirus pandemic is devastating for smaller artists. But last week proved that fans are willing to reach into their pockets to help.
One week, one mood: Moya Lothian-Mclean’s deep-dive into the feel of the week.
Saudi Arabia is hosting the heavyweight championship of the world. From accusations of “sportswashing” to hopes that it’ll be a force for change, here’s what it means for the Middle East, politics and sport.
Racists are exposing the absolute absurdity of their own prejudice, one poorly constructed argument at a time.
The affecting ballads of Stefani Germanotta’s Joanne era are long gone: Party Gaga is back and everyone’s invited to her robo-wonderland.
