Words by Maddy Bloxham Why?The question I ask myself weekly,daily,hourly. I look at you, up at your mesmerising facewhich I lose myself inI look again because I can’t pull my gaze away.one more lookand I’m still conscious and confused. Why do you choose to look at me?There’s no part of melet alone my face,for you…
Words by Emma McCormack As the saying goes ‘comparison breeds discontent’ and never has this been more relevant, in an age where we can compare every aspect of our being to almost the entire planet, just by logging in. Moving away from the narrative that you have to do everything with a sense of immediacy…
The self-explorative nature of essay writing can often feel cathartic and freeing, allowing for a rambling chat with your thoughts that would in any other form — having read the thing aloud, for instance — by the end leave a room full of your dearest and most encouraging friends talking distractedly among themselves. This collection…
FEMME FATALES 