A fallen sun; not merely setting past the horizon, beyond the earth, but into it: the extra-terrestrial made earthly. Design Competition Every year, designers, architects, artists, and landscapers design conceptual gardens and art installations in a competition to be featured in the annual Jardins de Métis International Garden Festival. Held in the Reford Gardens in … Continue reading Komorebi: A Sunset Between the Trees
The heat here is oppressive. In the middle of the day we close the balcony doors and shut the shutters tight. To me, an English girl who was raised on refrains of ‘what are you doing, wasting this beautiful day inside?’ and conditioned to worship any sliver of watery sunlight that felt like wafting down, … Continue reading De Madrid,.
Sav arrives home from school late, flushed from cold air and aching limbs. She had circled her bike up and down the length of the prom between Callum’s house and the turn off for her road for hours. She had thought she might run into Callum, or find a nice spot to sketch the ocean … Continue reading Excerpt from an abandoned novel.
ohne x Mude Threads content collaboration “On social media, in the hands of these artists and brands and activists, the male gaze becomes redundant. There is absolutely no question of who these images are made for and who these bodies are serving. They’re for us. You can only look at our bodies because we chose to … Continue reading Mude Threads: ‘Gaze at Something Else’
Mystery Vibe x ohne content collaboration Despite what urban legend would have many of us believe, there actually isn’t any scientific proof that hormonal birth control directly causes a drop in the libido of the person taking it. In fact, in 2013, the European Journal of Contraception and Reproductive Healthcare published a study which evaluated … Continue reading Mystery Vibe: What Drives Your Sex Drive?
The things we read when we are very young, and feel at once older than our years and far too young for our expectations of them, stay embedded beneath our skin like first loves, no matter how much we try to exorcise them from our being. When I was fifteen years old and as angry … Continue reading Running Out of Land: On Loving and Misunderstanding Kerouac
June. Skin everywhere. I remember that much. On the bar top. Legs almost as high and just as exposed and bare and covered in the dust which always collects in pubs like that one. Pubs that have always been and will always be old. Old in dusty corners and in smell and in the men … Continue reading Mosquito Bites
It started with Hayley Kiyoko’s Girls Like Girls video. With that echoing, heartbeat-beat and the young girl with the cuts on her face and the way the video felt like warm summer and nostalgia before Kiyoko even began to sing. It started with something like recognition, something like, I see you, I see me. Continue reading Tell Me Why My Gods Looked Like Mick Jagger: On Falling in Love With Queer Pop Music
The scene-setting notes for the novel I’m reluctant to even admit I’ve started (commitment and I are not pals). Here there are quarries pink and lined like the life lines inside a tree. Sometimes, if you’re very far away from a town, you’ll find one with an old piece of machinery or two nearby. I’ve seen … Continue reading Notes on a Non-Existent Novel.
Bolivia, I did not fall in love with you and your airless cities, your soot-soaked mines. But how many times did I try to write you into a poem? Some story that would turn you beautiful, try to write you down before I knew you, touched your crevices and cobbled streets, let your thin air seep through … Continue reading If This Is What Remains