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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
“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. “
all words and photography by Eric Kim Dear friend, have you ever felt stressed, shitty, and overwhelmed by life — and went out for a walk with your camera, and…
Written by Babette Debouver Instagram Babetcetera – www.babetcetera.com Photography: Victoria S. by Nicolas Gloazzo www.instagram.com/nicolasgloazzo She wasn’t Alice and this was not a wonderland… Alice… Who the fuck was Alice? A beautiful mythic…
Graphic designer and videos artist from Paris, Isabell Thrun, travelled the world for a year and hence stopped by in New York for a couple of weeks. It´s where she…
Something was off. I could tell in the way he spoke to me; his words once dripping in tenderness, now laced with a monotone drone, no more glee, no longer…
That first moment was when I left Cusco around 5 AM. Words by Kris Cody Photography by Kris Cody and Mike Greene I was tired, cranky, and feeling alone as…
After all the mud covered me. I am only half-human. The rest is dirt. And I’m a bastard that forgot to love you like all the yesterday’s where never owned by our lips hugging like flowers in a whirlpool. You were my whore, naked, and beautiful. I dreamed you into starlight, it covered me at night. Yet I was still restless. As we consider love like an art form, as is life; And it takes patience.
I am tired of all the social media. Snapchat, instagram, Facebook and all the likes somehow only suck off my time and energy. And I often wonder how this all could…
“No woman should have to feel social pressure for embracing the hair that is natural on both women & men.” Shannelle “I hate the phrase “body positive” because it is…