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.