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Have you heard of Audrey Wollen? Her artwork revolves around a concept she calls the Sad Girl Theory, in which she situates female suffering as an act of resistance. Realised across several media, notably Instagram, Wollen reinserts herself into a masculine narrative, giving her vulnerabilities power, one in which the internalised suffering of women is an act of protest. She states in an interview with VICE: "I think it's really important to recognise and foster an alternativ

drawing by Ella Schwalb #drawing #art #escape

Back when OS9 was king, and the reign of floppy disks was finally in its twilight, there was only one game worth playing, as far as I’m concerned: it was Myst. I’m no gamer, but even I know that this one was special. If you needed an escape via the screen, and I sort of did, this was it. I played Myst as a tween with a friend who didn’t go to my school. We couldn’t drive or go out on our own, so we’d been finding other ways to entertain ourselves. We were still young enough t

I am an astronaut on my way to Mars where all the rocks are red. I float in fuzzy static space blurry-edged in my tin foil home. Flying from my old blue home the void howls, don't look my way. Eyes closed, the sun still stares hot red. I press and squirm in the narrow space. On Mars I’ll have a world of space A hot new rock to call my home I'll shed the tin shell, move a new way soft tilted steps and the shadows blur red. But I don’t see that pinhole flash of red my beacon in

By the sea stand the oil derricks. Up the canyons The gold prospectors’ bones lie bleaching. Their sons Built the dream factories of Hollywood. The four cities Are filled with the oily smell Of films. -Bertolt Brecht, “Hollywood Elegies” To get to work I take the 2 to the 134 and get off at Forest Lawn Drive. The drive is smooth and south and over buildings and sometimes even through encampments underneath freeway overpasses. Approximately three times a week I see the morning

#photography #escape

(pretty much what I expected of my study abroad experience) Two years ago, around this time, I got the fantastic news that I was going to be studying abroad in Rome for a semester. As this was something I’d wanted to do since seeing the Lizzie McGuire movie at the tender age of 9, this was the best news I’d heard in years. I was over the moon that one of my lifelong dreams was finally entering the realm of reality. So, I eagerly packed my bags, exchanged my dollars for euros,

“The pinnacle of Gucci Mane’s work… the ultimate rap-pop crossover that poised him for a mainstream breakthrough…” —Five anonymous contributors, http://genius.com/Gucci-mane-lemonade-lyrics Full disclaimer: I was not an immediate fan of “Lemonade” when it first came out. No, like any freshman in high school, I was busy finding myself musically, so my morning bus rides were devoted to 80s hair metal, shitty pop punk, and Breathe Electric. In fact, I hadn’t really thought of “L

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I’ve been fortunate to see eleven countries in my life thus far, across North America, Europe and Asia. Leafing though my travel photos, I noticed that whether I was visiting for 24 hours or 17 years, I was consistently drawn to blue skies. Perhaps because no matter where we are, we gaze upward at the same celestial sphere; and just as the possibilities on this world are infinite, so too are those in the heavens. --Rachel Vancouver, Canada Sapporo, Japan San Francisco, USA Pa