Weeping tears that become pearls and shining gold scales of a romantically tragic creature, the Ningyo has a sweet meat flesh that can renew into immortality.
Weeping tears that become pearls and shining gold scales of a romantically tragic creature, the Ningyo has a sweet meat flesh that can renew into immortality.
Beautifying childhood obsessions and body deconstruction, Cecile Di Giovanni is a fetishist who filters with fantasy.
Transformation fluxes, sacrality and eternity, the anonymous founder of OLOAPITREPS has a “never-ending natural urge of manipulating [one’s perception] of beauty, in order to elevate it to the next level”.
Chicken Shops, Nail-bars and Bookmakers - a typical suburban high street. In England’s Heartland there is a society lost, confused and in search of an identity – a little like myself at the time of making these pictures.
“‘Perfection’ is at the crossroads of fashion film and video art”.
A craving birthed from misunderstanding, Wendy Jim deletes old soot and seeks the aesthetic de nos jours.
For Daniella Averina, photography is a natural process that explores hidden places and spaces.
Orchestral purity in inner demons and inward journeys, billie0cean hones “crisp guttural feelings, fuzzy eyes and floaty intuition", to mould plasticised seduction and her “soft dream trap” utopia.
Toopoor exhales her fuel, signing it off “STREAM CRAZY GIRLS & GONE. AND TELL SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM TODAY. BE GRATEFUL. AND THANK YOU FOR HAVING ME XX”
Education through porn, sexual adventures and adjusting to disability in the new age of dating apps, Robert Coombs’ ‘CripFag’ indiscriminately lusts over the morphing body.
Narrative tapestries, Thai film, hybrid lo-fi video projections and prints as wearable DNA, Dharma Taylor cherishes fashion and art as an ornamental and utilitarian darling.
Unapologetic shared existence, the domino effect of positive self-depiction and collective validity, Christina Nwabugo is mesmorised by human preciosity and salutes black lives in a digital sphere.
With a Vegas-fuelled potion for “a lust for life, an appreciation for glitz and glamor and a hyper-fixation on skylines”, Madrona Redhawk stipulates on the purity of art and subconscious thirsts.
Birthing technocratic art from a lens coloured by a 2000s gay tween, Ryan Duffin tests virtual capacities with work wedded to reality in a veil of Bauhaus design references.
Ignited by a narrative that lasted 8 years, Adam Rokhsar ventilates DIY screensaver art; Lisa Frank on hallucinogens; improvised analogue music and his desired internet destination.
Instinctive spirituality, psychological and technological limbos and meditative raving, the LEO trio rejects fictional muses and designs for the real woman of our generation.
On the 15th of February, the University of Westminster BA popped their London Fashion Week runway cherry a second time. Their course dates being realigned to the international fashion calendar allowed for their debut last year, with the graduates A/W19 collections gliding down the runway this time.
René Scheibenbauer created his own abstract hemisphere in a capitalist chaos, and let me slip into it for an hour.
As New York fashion week comes to another end, we now are left to reflect on the triumphs and tragedies the new season has brought.
