Memories of place, object, texture and colour, of cherished possessions and rituals of dressing. Within an environment of familiarity, the series explores conscious recollection, both observed and experienced.
One must not confuse a lack of clothing with a low key approach, summers in the late 80s, early 90s were anything but, we pay homage to a time less posed but certainly more preened.
An unlikely assortment of household consumables, vivid in colour and varied in form, bring sentiments of what is past into a narrative of now.
Like all art, fashion is an ever evolving ever retrospective interaction between the past, present and future...
With the current cultural shift that is so accepting of gender fluidity, and the fashion industry continuing to blur the lines between mens and womenswear with entire 'ungendered' collections hitting the runway, is it time we start relying on our unobservable behaviour to show which you is really true..?
In the age of Instagram, it’s more than likely anyone new you meet has either already seen your online persona, or will look you up afterwards.
Setting out to juxtapose the living with the artificial, Levon Baird presents a photographic series that is anything but real, "...except that those are real flowers, and the moments these photos were taken really did happen".
All things begin, end and begin again in fire. From the earliest dawning of humankind’s consciousness, fire has represented the most powerful and unrelenting source of change known to us.
If we accept that our experience of the world is as much about judgement as it is the sum of our sensory experience, how heavily can we rely on seeing and hearing to reach an objective truth? In our first collaboration with Sydney based filmmakers, KidsofBill, Samuel Stevenson and Harrison Friend consider the imprecision of perception.
The esoteric nature of how we consume information today has obliterated the singularity of the beauty code.
Five couples, on intimacy and each other.
Simultaneous narratives collide in Baird’s reflection on the experience of coexistence. If a picture tells a thousand words, how many more does it take to tell the tale of the individual?
In his most personal point of view, Photographer Tim Ashton captures the kind of intimacy that extends beyond two people, in a beautiful collection of pictures of his family.
Possession is symbiotic, the things we have, have us. There’s an intimacy that binds, that is forged as they live with you, against your skin.
Drawing on various streams of consciousness of colourful encounters past, CHILL is not a thing, starring Maddison Brown, looks at the reality of the female psyche in all its glory.
A study in form with sentiments of touch, fragments of a fuller picture and the varying perspectives of a non existent distance.
“They had nothing to say to each other. A five-year age gap between siblings is like a garden that needs constant attention. Even three months apart allows the weeds to grow up between you.”
― Zadie Smith
If love is a blanket of darkness that, despite dilated pupils, constricts our sight into a single-track tunnel, floods our brains with stress hormones and turns us into a dizzy mess of preoccupation and restlessness; then intimacy is the light switch.
There is a sweet and sticky awkwardness of falling in love that never truly leaves, even after the days of high school and asking your parents’ permission to go out with your boyfriend. Like an ice cream melting down your fingers, sugary trails to be licked off hands and wrists, leaving behind a sticky residue.
Dive deep, take risks, drive fast, seek solitude, chase thrills, trust instinct and think post-leap.
“As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound.” Yann Martel - ‘Life of Pi’.
Elon Musk has affirmed his belief in the possibility (albeit one in billions) that what we know of life is more Mario Kart than Charles Darwin, that we are but pawns in one monumental video game...
Pain, a basic yet emotive human instinct designed to ensure our survival can often make surviving a death sentence of its own.
Without spoiling too much, it would seem that for most of her career, Sydney-based actress Tess Haubrich has been typecast as the girl that, well, dies.
How do you know you’re alive? Heartbeats? Breath? Pain? Love? Fear? Moments? Evidence left on your flesh? Risk? G-force? Caffeine? Existential dread?
The voice of God himself, Morgan Freeman, once observed, “Learning how to.. really be still and let life happen - that stillness becomes a radiance.”
Edition N°2 ponders the vast notion of being ALIVE.
What it means to be ALIVE seems to be just as elusive as the meaning of life itself.
Punk rock prodigy Patti Smith astutely observed, “Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself.”