THE WAY YOU MOVE BY GRACIE OTTO

A look into expression of self through dance for Edition N°9, IDENTITY. Gracie Otto follows French Caribbean ballerina and model, Ines Joseph, and captures what has represented and defined her since she was a child.

OUT OF OFFICE BY DAN ROBERTS

My whole life is spent “Going Places”. Most of my year is spent in the fashion capitals of the world, like New York, London, Milan and Paris. Endless hours on planes, a new view from just another hotel window, or listening to traffic and the hustle and bustle of city life.

You Used To Call Me On My Shell Phone by Jake Terrey

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.

The Language of Love by Matilda Dods

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.

AUSTRALIAN STORY BY STEFAN WELLSMORE

For over 10 years my mother has worked as a nurse in remote communities around Australia, and more than five of those years she has spent with her husband in Maningrida.

Self Portraits by Claudia Smith

I value respect. I am inspired by history. I am challenged by ideas about how people see themselves, how I see myself. 

MADE UP BY DEREK HENDERSON AND MATILDA DODS

Make up, and the beauty industry when subtracted from narratives of both mass consumerism, and oppressive beauty standards, contains the potential for rebellious lightheartedness. The personal is political, but that does not mean that either can’t be fun. The new identity of the beauty industry is fun, embracing its inherent frivolity and its revolutionary potential as a political force.

The Imaginarium of Mr Otto by Jake Terrey

Remember This Feeling by Divya Bala

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.