‘Did you mean Suki Waterhouse?’ Google asks as I search for her name. No, I didn’t. I’m looking for Suki, the musician and model, long hair and delicate lips, hazy, hypnotic voice. But I can’t explain this to Google, it won’t understand. And truthfully, I’m not entirely sure what I’m searching for myself. That’s the magic of it. That’s the magic of it. I want Suki to surprise me. Yet in a world of algorithmic predictability I realise I‘ll have to search for her somewhere else. Still online, but in places where discovery feels genuine — where I can be surprised, captivated, and intrigued by a Suki I didn’t see coming. I’m thinking of the Suki who sings in dimly lit bedrooms in Paris one night and celebrates her birthday in Tokyo the next. The one who is both unmistakable and elusive. Someone you dream of one day and see yourself in the next. Always shifting, always shining - just as a star should