lucky strike.
Suddenly, the flames spark up, as they do upon pressing the button of a lighter. It burns. It hurts a little, but it also feels good a little. I dissolve—skin…
Now freedom looks like a great place, but it’s inside me, not in a city or a different country.
image by Sidi-Omar Alami Words by Rodrigo Urriolagoitia Instagram: rodri_urriolagoitia Every night it’s starts again; the old feelings of loneliness and despair are back to fight and so many people told…
Red light, Black cats
Celestial harmonies are real but soundless. They are alive in the cinema of the mind. Tokyo is pure raw material, quantum art. We wind our way into the lust of…
Diary of a Model Chapter 6 “Why am I always on my phone?”
Model, Words and Images: Jasmine Alleva photography by Vo Photography read all Chapters A man confronted me at the gym the other day: “why are you always on your phone?”…
A mind without a rind – A visual poem
Haunting 69 seconds. ‘A mind without a rind’ directs the viewer to the subject & taboo of truth, how we feel defensive, even fearful toward honesty in ourself & others. We…
We are already everything – Connect with your body and soul
Words and photos Mariana Caldas Images of Mariana Felipe Berlinck 2016 has broadened my soul. Not because it was the best, but maybe the most dificult, and for sure…
If everything starts being politically ideologized, then the beautiful has lost.
If everything starts being politically ideologized, then the beautiful has lost. Somehow nowadays everything is being turned into something politically. Really everything. Politics has soaked all parts of life. Commercials…
When is it time to stop?
Text By Vanessa Silva Miranda Image by Karl ‘Shakur’ Ndieli I bowed and bent but didn’t break. I writhed and winced but didn’t fall. I was torn apart and lost track…
What happened to Fashion?
I was sorting out my cupboard today. Not because there is this new trend for minimalism, but because I really felt this need of getting rid of some old stuff…
“Away” A project about feeling lonely in a crowd
Natia Rekhviashvili was born and raised in Tbilisi Georgia and her work marks out as documentary photography of people in Georgia. “I’m inspired by stories and people around me; old places…
About being alone and the concept of love
words and images by Pauline Gallot From the desert, with Love. I don’t know what attracted us, what made us want to leave the desert. Or go to it, or even…
Heartbeats
Poetry by Vanessa Matic Photos by Austin Roque What is beauty? Have they not seen you broken under the lights of this madness. Your skin like magic, a thousand glitter dreams. Chased…
“I am a wanderer of life, because I do not know where my place is.”
Words and photography by Ray Litsala – IG: @ray.litsala Translation by Alicia Marin Girl: Jessica “I am a wanderer of life, because I do not know where my place is. Could…
“Nothing rings as true as you would like.”
“No one experiences any one thing in the same way. Everything you taste, hear, see and feel is different from the person next to you. I love your skin in this light, pale and perfect, your eyes smiling at me, but you could not, you could think you look pasty and tired, I don’t know. “