Journalist. Copywriter. Consultant.

Hi, I’m Chris. Writing is what I do — what I’ve done since I first watched Pingu make-believe as a journalist, and what I’m going to do until AI does it better, and puts me out of a job. Until then, you can read my published work for Esquire, The Rake, Evening Standard Online, Robb Report, and Mr Porter. Or hire me to write dazzling, informative, and grammatically correct copy. Otherwise, send over a message. That’s still free.

Quite unusually, I began my career as an agency-side copywriter before switching to journalism: so I understand all the rules, tactics, and secrets that makes beautiful copy really sing.

These are the things I like, in no certain order:

Matchbooks; the picture on the right; fishermen’s knitwear; old things; old things that smell of old things; new things that smell like old things; 6pm, Los Angeles; beautiful, effortless tailoring; Summer nights spent with friends in a pub-garden; Snickers bars; photos of my Cypriot grandfather; pocket knives (in another life, I’d have been a gardener); Orwell’s essays; pie, mash, and jellied eels; Hanoi, always; Paris, forever; Beirut, sometimes; Pretending to be Hemingway on holiday; Dunhill cigarettes (look, yes, I know); writing as a job; writing as an impulse. OK, that’s quite enough of that, thank you.