Eye wake up in a construct. Eye lay on my bed and sweat. Eye replay final moments. Eye try to picture her face. Eye program a future version of myself to remember it, slick with seawater, ringed with wet hair. A dark series by Rebecca Cairns with words by Ben Mirov.
That sacred day the white bells of the underworld will ring a miserable anthem of freedom while I'll be sleeping like a baby on your breathless chest. An exclusive fashion story by Marco Giuliano and Jessica De Maio, styled by Anca Macavei.
A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east. A photographic series by Charlotte Tanguy.
These were everyday sounds magnified by darkness. And darkness was nothing - it was not a substance, it was not a presence, it was no more than an absence of light. A story by Dusdin Condren.
Stuart Griffiths on his homeless photographs & practice.
The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human. A fashion story by Matt Colombo.
Moon's milk spills from my unquiet skull and forms a white rainbow. Melanie Gaydos in a photographic series by Paul Kwiatkowski.
Is it smoke? Is it fog? It’s scary and charming. I can barely breathe, maybe because of the height, maybe I’m tired. Rest. I’m going down to join him, I’m more healthy than you. Have you ever kissed someone on the edge of the abyss? A reportage by Martine Eshuis.
As it happens sometimes, a moment settles, hovers and remains for much more than a moment. And sound stops and movement stops for much, much more than a moment. A story lensed by Sherry Huang.
Nine times out of ten, in the arts as in life, there is actually no truth to be discovered; there is only error to be exposed. A photographic series by Alexander Alekseenko.
Blessed are those that know the path out of their carnal flesh, for they shall attain intuition. A dark fashion story by Marco Giuliano and Jessica De Maio, styled by Anca Macavei.
This is my skin. This is not your skin, yet you are still under it. A portraits series shot by Elise Toide.