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…
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 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…
A FLOWER IN THE MINDS EYE The flower in your mind, a disguise in the sky. A whole flame ate by your appetite. Where your restlessness is emptied onto the…
While the Berlin air is currently filled with the Berlinale excitment we thought it´d be a good time to show a short movie as well. Officially selected for the Brooklyn…
image by Milly Cope words by Sigrun Guggenberger I am just watching this great series from the 90´s again. Yes I know my friends keep telling me to watch something…
image by nomnomvega words by Georgia My name is Georgia, I am 21 years old and yesterday I broke down hysterically crying when I went bra shopping with my…
once in a while 3.22AM, whispering voices fill the hallway, sounds of masked sadness glimmer through the corridors. each hour is a turn of a page, a page from a…
I haven’t been sleeping very much lately and that’s both my choice and fault. I recently stopped smoking weed and it has triggered me into sleepless nights of never-ending…
Lately everything seems to run together The days, the lies, the lines Faces, names, and places Never take the time to be present And you can’t remember the details of…