Heart-Plate by Vanessa Matic
Heart-Plate People seem to be like a wet dream chasing paper puppets made of green in-lay; And all their memories orgasm like a nightmare filled with blood and piss. Some…
“What Is Love, Baby You Hurt Me” – A short tale by Jack Cain
“Be alone, love from afar. Do not say you love someone – you will leave them. Do not let anyone say they love you – they will leave you. Everybody…
Happiness, the pursuit of happiness or something similar related to that.
A text by Georgia Small photography by Rosie Viva I just spent my entire day sat at my dining room table with the fan on low writing about happiness.…
“Keep this garden alive” by Nicole Pagan
A flower being the beginning of new life. A new start. This was it for us. The last chance to keep this garden alive. The last time this was going…
A Flower In The Minds Eye
A FLOWER IN THE MINDS EYE The flower in your mind, a disguise in the sky. A whole flame ate by your appetite. Where your restlessness is emptied onto the…
Teenage girls in Moscow explore female sexuality and the search for identity and expression – A Short Film
While the Berlin air is currently filled with the Berlinale excitment we thought it´d be a good time to show a short movie as well. Officially selected for the Brooklyn…
So Much More by Sarah Maria
No one can believe in you Unless you really do too Passion hits people like a breath of fresh air It’s not always easy to fail To come so close…
How much of yourself do you give away to get what you really want?
image by Milly Cope words by Sigrun Guggenberger I am just watching this great series from the 90´s again. Yes I know my friends keep telling me to watch something…
“The ‘Underboob Pen Challenge’ confirms my greatest insecurity.” A Text By Georgia
image by nomnomvega words by Georgia My name is Georgia, I am 21 years old and yesterday I broke down hysterically crying when I went bra shopping with my…
You Lost Me – Marcus Solomon
once in a while 3.22AM, whispering voices fill the hallway, sounds of masked sadness glimmer through the corridors. each hour is a turn of a page, a page from a…
How I fell in love with the woman I’ve become by Lindsey Monahan
I haven’t been sleeping very much lately and that’s both my choice and fault. I recently stopped smoking weed and it has triggered me into sleepless nights of never-ending…
Blur – A poem by Sarah Maria
Lately everything seems to run together The days, the lies, the lines Faces, names, and places Never take the time to be present And you can’t remember the details of…
youthful cries of freedom, cries of a new chapter in our lives
Youthful cries of freedom
ODE TO NEW YORK
I awake in the mid-night only to find light again within the arcade of New York City. How beautiful the darkness lurks onto the pavement of a thousand and a…
A new year and a journey into your own past
Thoughts by Sigrun Guggenberger Image by Theo Gosselin Today I got a message from my former Au-pair kid, that for a week she is in the city where I…