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A cultural conflict between Britain and Australia sparked by the attempted sale of a sacred Aboriginal artefact in Kent looks set to be reignited.

Forget boozy blowouts, strippers and L-plates. A host of classier choices mean your hen or stag do doesn’t have to be an evening you’d rather forget, says Alice-Azania Jarvis

Velazquez’s tautly muscular Rokeby Venus and Ingres’s fulsome Grande Odalisque are exaggerated, hyper-real and not even remotely natural

The big story for the forthcoming season may be the wearing of full-on colour – blocked, printed, tone-on-tone, whatever – but only a few dipped their toes into that particular water at last week's British Fashion Awards.

The dark, dynamic and almost forgotten doyen of street art, Richard Hambleton, returns after 25 years of skulking in the shadows. Alice Jones sees the results

Dutch supermodel Lara Stone has won "significant" damages from French Playboy after the magazine published unauthorised naked photographs of her, lawyers said yesterday.

Oscar Wilde once said "a fashion is merely a form of ugliness so unbearable that we are compelled to alter it every six months".

Supermodel Lara Stone today announced she is taking legal action after alleging that unauthorised photographs appeared in French Playboy.

Deep down, most of us know that miracle beauty products are the adult version of believing in the tooth fairy. However, come high summer, with photos of toned celebs frolicking on Caribbean beaches seeping into the collective subconscious, I'd probably be willing to buy a body cream made out of jellyfish venom if I read that Cindy Crawford swore by it.

This season fashion has turned to crochet knits, raffia trim, and floral prints to capture an unashamedly rustic mood. From Marie Antoinette to Karl Lagerfeld, Susannah Frankel explains why style leaders can't resist a roll in the hay

There is a photograph of me aged six, posing as if for a Kodachrome ad, in a field of sunflowers. I don't know if that picture records the precise moment my passion began, but I look pretty happy to be standing in a crowd of giant, gaudy yellow flowers. Three decades later, I still can't suppress the joy when pressing my face into a pillowy rose or hedgehog-shaped chrysanthemum. One of my most pleasurable afternoons as a journalist was spent witnessing the petal-harvest at Chanel's private jasmine fields in Grasse in Provence, the tiny white buds fogging the warm air with perfume. I am a flower addict. And at this time of year, I shop for them in the same way other people shop for shoes.

London Fashion Week begins with minute's silence for designer