
Rose Gray on her debut album, body image and adapting to life in the public eye
Rose Gray has committed a classic British blunder - placing blind faith in the weather. A few reckless days of March sun lured her into choosing a café in London’s Victoria Park for our interview. Now, we’re shivering on a bench, clutching teas like lifelines. Ninety minutes later, we’re practically cryogenically frozen, but somehow, with Rose, it doesn’t feel that way. She’s like that fleeting heatwave - warm, electric, radiating good vibes - and her music has the same effect: lifting you up, o...