Faded by Vanessa Matic
Faded The heart can take a lot of sadness. There is beauty in the tar of hell; in the streets of homelessness of Los Angeles to the concrete heat of…
Why I hate people
image by Dana Trippe text by Sarah K. “Some men I hate for being rogues; the others I hate because they treat the rogues like brothers.” Alceste of Le Misanthrope…
Weaved in My Soul
image by Arnaud Ele Text by Vanessa Silva Miranda ‘You felt like heaven… (sometimes, some people, in some places feel like that)… instantly like we already knew each other. Paths…
Today I Feel Pretty – By Inny Taylor
By Inny Taylor Photography by Lorenzo Scudiero I’ve been drinking water; my shoulders are bare and golden Pieces of my collar bone are peeking out from the corners of my…
Teen-Rage by Vanessa Matic
Teen-Rage Ok so when I leave I’m gonna need a neon cowboy hat, a switchblade, 2 scorpios in a jar, a nice salt shaker, and a kimono. A basketball, a…
“Take me away” A poetic journey Liz Blom x George Mavridis
“We were just us that day. The day we both wanted so bad to fall for each other. I kept looking at him, wondering how it could be if we…
Is nothing real anymore? Sarah Maria
Who are we when we don´t care what others think of us? When we don´t care about what we look like without brand names or stereotypes. Who were we before…
Diary of a Model Chapter 3 “Experience”
Words and Model – Jasmine Alleva Photography by Thuy Vo Styling: Christine Eagleson The house I live in now used to be a boarding home for young women back at…
Illusion – A poem
Everything in life is an illusion.
No matter which way you chose.
No matter which way you chose.
“I want the wind in my hair, and travelling under my skirt.” A poem by Caroline Ruffault
poem and photography by Caroline Ruffault model is Barbara Has someone died for me to wear a veil? When did my body become an offense to you? Is my hair so…
Letting Go
What happens when we think we have found what we have searched all our life for… and we have to let it go? What can we do when all we want is to detach that part of our soul but still feel compelled to lean in into the past?
Heart-Plate by Vanessa Matic
Heart-Plate People seem to be like a wet dream chasing paper puppets made of green in-lay; And all their memories orgasm like a nightmare filled with blood and piss. Some…
“What Is Love, Baby You Hurt Me” – A short tale by Jack Cain
“Be alone, love from afar. Do not say you love someone – you will leave them. Do not let anyone say they love you – they will leave you. Everybody…
Happiness, the pursuit of happiness or something similar related to that.
A text by Georgia Small photography by Rosie Viva I just spent my entire day sat at my dining room table with the fan on low writing about happiness.…