I think it would be fair to say that most of us remember the groundbreaking controversy from a few years ago, when it was outed that actor Armie Hammer, best known for Call Me By Your Name and The Lone Ranger, was allegedly into cannibalism. However, with a multitude of media pieces in recent years centralizing cannibalism as a plot point, I dare to ask an emboldened question: Do we, as consumers, find cannibalism sexy?…
“Things” have a history that is swept under the rug because of their supposed commonality. Priceless art and linguistic masterpieces are praised for their originality, being held in museums and erected across the homes of the richest people on the planet. Shielded by glass cases and velvet ropes, they spend their time being viewed, not used…
I went to the alien sex cult meeting on a Sunday, but opted to wear the Monday pair from my days of the week underwear to act as a good luck charm and guarantee I’d make it to the next day…
“Do you dream in color?” My occupational therapist, Brad, once asked. “Of course,” I said, “Doesn’t everyone?”…
Through the efforts women have made for equality, they’ve broken through conforming to “retro media standards”, utilizing fashion and makeup as a form of rebellion in the 1960s. Directed by…
Turn On! directed by olivia flanz photographed by olivia flanz modeled by maddie pope and arshia nair
nothing new directed by sophie florescu photographed by natália oprzadek-vodilková styled by anna bacal peterson and emily hamnett makeup by sophie florescu, emma lavenson, and tristan young modeled by emma…
I’m the prime candidate for breast reduction surgery: back issues, self-diagnosed body dysmorphia, and a pair of tits that bust out of every age-appropriate top. From the day they started growing I planned to get them cut off, but I knew it had to be after I started birth control, just in case the hormones took my Gs to Es. I didn’t want just any birth control, I wanted the PERFECT birth control…
You’re the next best thing. The biggest and brightest. The world leers its ugly, piercing eyes towards you and for a moment, however brief, the stage is yours. You may land the trick, or fall flat on your face, or perhaps stand frozen in the headlights—but, no matter what happens, your moment will pass. Then the world is onto its next unfortunate fad. And you are the old forgotten thing. And no one is anyone.