“The disgust I have is not in the greige complexion of the bowl in front of me, but rather the rancid reminder I am refusing my own fate”
Genevieve Ripard reflects on flavour.
Read More“The disgust I have is not in the greige complexion of the bowl in front of me, but rather the rancid reminder I am refusing my own fate”
Genevieve Ripard reflects on flavour.
Read MoreReuniting nations, one meal at a time
"We sit together and drink rakija, watching on as burly Balkan men with names like Bogdan, Branko and Borislav waddle in and share the space with us”
Luke Mešterović reunifies. @luke.mesterovic
Read MoreEmbodying the beauty of femininity.
Read MoreThe Vietnamese lottery ticket — unafraid of maximalist tackiness, beautiful and gauche.
Read MoreAn exploration of the idea of ‘business as usual’ whilst global sea levels rise.
Read MoreUsing design as a storytelling medium, the boundless range of feminine beauty becomes an infinite wellspring of inspiration.
Read MoreThe Cowboy returns
Read MoreWe share the same affliction, him and I.
Read MoreInvestigating alternative recycling processes outside of the mainstream infrastructure.
Read MoreThe heroine on Mark Gong’s runway can be a hopeless romantic drunk on love and equally capable of madly despairing.
Read MoreTell me your pretty name so I might write you a portrait.
Read MorePULP continues to be PULP, whatever that means to you. Just not your grandma’s orange juice, and definitely not your favourite Britpop band.
Read MorePasolini cleverly subverts the cinematic techniques of excitement to be in service of pure horror.
Read MorePiece by piece, Korea was sold.
Read MoreWith all the furniture removed, the house looked tired.
Read MoreA practice of subconscious composition, aiming to create pieces without planning or sketch work.
Read MoreWhile 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.”
Read MoreI sit cross-legged before the mirror yet again. What do I see? I see a face. Is it me, or some Other?”
Read MoreThis is not a call for a return to the divine or the premodern, we only aim to contrast what was once common sense with what has now become radical.
Read MoreCriticism falls short in the digital-age because our reality has become delusion.
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