Olivia Dean is in her ‘cheeky era’. The mischievous, highly infectious cackle that punctuates our interview proves it. “I think people often perceive me as quite stoic because my music has been very earnest in the past, but I’m a fun-loving girl, I’m super silly,” she says.
We meet at an Italian restaurant just off Old Street roundabout and make small talk about the endlessly infuriating roadworks. She doesn’t wear make-up, her hair is pulled back into a bun and a woolly, lime gilet shrouds her petite frame. Delicate gold hoops swing from her ears as she chomps down on a bowl of rigatoni pasta. She’s one of those people who makes minimal effort but still looks annoyingly cool. Even the way she waves her fork around as she speaks is cool.
