Backstage at Deathwatch, I felt a rearticulation beginning in the vocabularies of everyone there.
Read MoreA love letter in soil-loving solidarity.
Read MoreTo be in and represent a female body in the early twenty-first century is to explore the beautiful and discarded, and tell one's story through new forms.
Read MoreAn homage to intergenerational love.
Read MoreIs your favourite food authentic? Does your favourite restaurant serve authentic food? Could you be authentic food?
Read MoreChildhood imagination – strangled dead from this codified, mundane and despairing task of appropriating (dressing) ourselves – was revived.
Read MoreInstagram handles are the new frontier; a form of advertising yourself; an iconic tag; a brand.
Read MoreImprovisation is the act of conjuring for the instant, an adventure in entropy.
Read MoreToday, winged eyeliner and black double grommet belts seem enough to constitute belonging, with “goth” and “punk” being thrown around in place of “emo”.
Read Morea vastness of ocean
Read Morehalf of me belongs squatting on plastic stools
Read MoreThe lives of these men are certainly more interesting than the movie they inspired, and perhaps a testament to the capacity for the Australian outback to swallow complicated figures whole.
Read MoreAs the photos burn, my body regains clarity, the return of my ‘layers’ completing the loop.
Read MoreSuspended between death and life, the vampire occupies a liminal space wherein typical boundaries can be blurred.
Read MoreThere’s an almost irreconcilable discord between the Sydney coffee culture projected by mainstream food publications and the realities of most Sydneysiders.
Read MoreToday Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.
Read MoreWe are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.
Read MoreStill, time does this funny thing of moving on.
Read MoreOn that Friday afternoon, we revisited those shy little girls that met for the first time, tangled hair from climbing trees and crayon smeared hands that reached out to hold, toothless grins whispering ‘Let’s pretend...’
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