

Being Killed To The Limits of Eternity: Salo, or the 120 Days of Sodom
Pasolini cleverly subverts the cinematic techniques of excitement to be in service of pure horror.

Watching Men Wrestle: Sport and the Female Gaze
While male athletic achievement is an aesthetic ideal immortalised in the Hellenistic visions of Greek sculpture up to the fake-tanned contorted bodies of bodybuilders, female athleticism is an object of horror.”


On Critical Thinking: Why it's good to have hate in your heart
Criticism falls short in the digital-age because our reality has become delusion.

Praying Hill
“The Corsicans want to see clearly. Freedom must walk by the torch of philosophy. Won't they say that we fear the light?"


What we cannot see, the camera can
Our eyes can only see so much, and they see cities very poorly.

Do androids dream of a socialist utopia?
If androids come about, what will they do, and I guess, more pertinently to our human future, what will we do?
The Future is in Love with the Past
In the mystical worlds of science fiction, the past may be our only tool for understanding the future.
The A word (Authenticity)
Is your favourite food authentic? Does your favourite restaurant serve authentic food? Could you be authentic food?

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE, GIVE ME A HAND(LE)!
Instagram handles are the new frontier; a form of advertising yourself; an iconic tag; a brand.

The pulse within these threads
These threads remember the life and the fight of the people forever.

Love is unique and entirely mundane
A transparent exchange afforded by three consenting partners: cash, broker, and consumer.

Curb your Tiktok Addiction
“You could be so so much MORE”, I scream internally as I get a horrifically stale Krispy Kreme for $13.

Notes on "Diva Worship"
The Diva has captured the hearts, minds and the undying fidelity of the Homosexual for time immemorial.

Hall of Mirrors
This scandal has everything: mercury poisoning, stabbings, roofies, gun fights, bribes, duels, hair care, glassmaking…

Love on bathroom walls.
And on the walls of the club bathrooms that night, I found splinters of you.

MY WARDROBE IS VERY VERY FULL BUT I CANNOT LET ANYTHING GO
Clothing is my means of connection, both to myself and the world around me.