The industry is in agreement: our collective obsession with food-related so-called 'aesthetics' is spiralling out of control. On the one hand, I'm inclined to agree. Doughnuts are for savouring, not slathering.
But there's one particular cuisine-adjacent look that has stolen my heart this summer, and practically every single once since circa 2012.
It feels unexpected at first, to have such a buzzy aesthetic based upon such a divisive fruit. But even if you are one of the many who can't bear it in its raw form (guilty as charged), you can still totally relish in the 'Tomato Girl' trend.
Universally appealing, there is nothing acerbic about this delicious TikTok-adored aesthetic. Its magic lies not within the sharpness of the tomato, but the smoothness of the sauce.
What is the 'Tomato Girl' trend?
Less of a look and more of a lifestyle, the quintessential Tomato Girl swans around an unidentified Mediterranean location – be it the craggy splendour of the Amalfi Coast or the pretty cobbles of Buñol – looking categorically chic.
She swishes through thronging markets, arm laden with a mesh bag, raffia tote or wicker basket, heaving with plump tomatoes and a fragrant tuft of basil.
Essentially, she's serving Sophia Loren in Scandal in Sorrento, Dolce & Gabbana's spaghetti-centric spring 2016 campaign, or fresh bruschetta to start.
The vibe is paramount, but there are a few key fashion identifiers that denote a Tomato Girl's presence.
The look is forgiving and foolproof. Vespa jaunts are accompanied by silk headscarves and cat-eye sunglasses, and languid lunches go hand in hand with scarlet lips and square necklines.
While the look has skyrocketed this summer - #tomatogirl has amassed an impressive 11.8m views on TikTok - this infinitely chic aesthetic has been embedded in my fashion subconscious since forever.
As a teenager, my pals were bungling fake tan application and hitting the high street for Love Island-esque neon bikinis pre-holiday, while I was fuelling my gingham swimsuit obsession, lusting after MAC's 'Lady Danger' and trying on some extremely floppy hats for size.
Still to this day, I swerve Ibiza glam in favour of anything vaguely reminiscent of Sophia Loren's back catalogue.
A recent mishap in espadrille wedges ended with me seeking medical attention. Has my love for the classic summer footwear waned? Not in the slightest.