Kneaded more
I am interested in this web of craft process, how skill and embodied knowledge is developed through a relationship with material.
Des aimants qui voyagent dans le temps
Fashion and makeup becomes a second skin, taken from all desires and interests, shaping the individual.
The mythology of Soong Meiling
Let’s gossip, spread some rumours, and theorise imaginatively.
Piecing together the unsewn
As I return to my study, I see the pile of unsewn pieces, and decide that I will sew this weekend.
Saigon Surf: a genre lost & found
Nothing is ever truly final, and much like music, is forever-changing again and again
Great Western Highway
I am just another pothole, // Feeling the weight of // That other invisible world // As it passes over me
The bun rises in the East
There is something unpretentious and humble about the Asian bakery.
Finding a name for the PULP office
Names give character, imply history, and best of all, bring life to the spaces to which they are assigned.
New Lake Northam bridge continues long legacy of pond pathway
Photographs of Lake Northam in the late 1800s reveal a sprawling body of water worthy of the now-overstated title ‘Lake’.
Being from the funny zone
In displaying that aspect of my identity as a funny spectacle, the chuckles I’d hear echoed discordantly within it, as I felt like I genuinely didn’t know enough about what I was talking about.
The wonderful everyday
Holding a large pinwheel lollipop in his left hand, he ran his, undoubtedly sticky, other one along the shelves, displacing and muddling the displays.
An investigation of poultry significance: the hospitality of 70-72 King Street
What did the ghouls of King Street want from me?
I worked at the SCP Foundation
The SCP Foundation is perhaps the largest and longest running community writing project of all time.
Finding new moves
I am fascinated by a specific benefit AIs have for literature which, unlike in chess, is not harnessed enough.
Have you seen my other Doc?
Somewhere, somehow, and for some strange reason, my beloved boot was wife-swapped, sole-swapped, or otherwise stolen.
Nabokov and his butterflies
Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man. – Vladimir Nabokov