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THE LOST ART OF DIALOGUE BY GRACE O’NEILL

THE LOST ART OF DIALOGUE BY GRACE O’NEILL

I still believe that the only way to real progress is to effectively out-argue the people we disagree with; I believe that treating straight white men as if they’re ‘the enemy’ is childish and unhelpful and I believe that many complicated social issues have been reduced to opaque good/bad binaries, and that this is driving people further along the extremes of the political spectrum. Grace O'Neill considers American politics, now.

HOME GROWN BY KELLY GEDDES AND LAURA AGNEW

HOME GROWN BY KELLY GEDDES AND LAURA AGNEW

“Prosperity is not a thing to grab, but an idea to cultivate; a mindset and a way of life”, Laura Agnew maps her path to Permaculture.

STATELESS BY NADINE VON COHEN

STATELESS BY NADINE VON COHEN

Imagine you’re a pregnant refugee with chronic pain and little to no English. You’ve spent the last seven years in a prison camp and all you know of Australia is the inside of a detention centre. Writer and refugee advocate, Nadine Von Cohen documents who she's fighting for.

STILLNESS IN MOTION BY ISAAC BROWN & GRACE O’NEILL

STILLNESS IN MOTION BY ISAAC BROWN & GRACE O’NEILL

Grace O'Neill talks to Australian model, Agi Akur on the changing pace of her profession.

THE BEST OF MELBOURNE INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL

THE BEST OF MELBOURNE INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL

Curated by Publicist and Producer, Jess Carrera, SIDE-NOTE wraps up the best of MIFF 68½, the digital iteration of Melbourne's acclaimed International Film Festival.

I HAVE MEASURED OUT MY LIFE WITH COFFEE SPOONS BY VICTORIA PEARSON AND ANNA POGOSSOVA

I HAVE MEASURED OUT MY LIFE WITH COFFEE SPOONS BY VICTORIA PEARSON AND ANNA POGOSSOVA

There is a semi-deflated black orb gathering dust on a shelf in my home that taunts me whenever it veers into my eyeline. Its pearlescent sheen and accompanying yoga mat are silent and still, but may as well be shrieking and shaking with the force at which I’m confronted by their daily cry: We have been abandoned. Victoria Pearson considers how history will remember our time.

SENSE OF AN ENDING BY GRACE O’NEILL

SENSE OF AN ENDING BY GRACE O’NEILL

Even for women who hadn’t bought a magazine in years – and of those, we know, there are many – there was a sense of something ending on Tuesday. In one deft manoeuver three of the final stalwarts of the Australian fashion magazine landscape were wiped out. Harper’s BAZAAR, ELLE, InStyle. Gone, gone, gone. Grace O’Neill laments our loss.

ESSENTIAL WORK BY DEREK HENDERSON & GRACE O’NEILL

ESSENTIAL WORK BY DEREK HENDERSON & GRACE O’NEILL

If there’s any kind of creative legacy that marks this moment we’re in, we hope it’s this one: a return to something delicate, understated and familiar.

A Place To Call Home by Michael Brunt

A Place To Call Home by Michael Brunt

Farmland hugs the cliffs that wrap and wind their way around the impending shore. Your nostrils are greeted with the distinct, rare blend of cow manure and sun-dried seaweed. The breeze picks up and you know you’re home. Photographer Michael Brunt explores the blueprint of identity in 'A Place To Call Home'.

MADE UP BY DEREK HENDERSON AND MATILDA DODS

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 TIME BEFORE BY PETER VAN ALPHEN

THE TIME BEFORE BY PETER VAN ALPHEN

There is nothing like the sweet, latent promise of good times; the tickle of butterflies in your stomach, the extravagant ideas about where the evening will take you, or with whom.

SHE’S LIKE THE WIND BY DIVYA BALA AND LEVON BAIRD

SHE’S LIKE THE WIND BY DIVYA BALA AND LEVON BAIRD

Once, summer meant endless feverish days bookended by the briefest winks of velvet night; a humming cicada song over a metronomic percussion of ice cubes against sweating glass; salt waves that washed overhead like a pulse and the echo of heat from every side and from below.

IN HONOUR OF UNCELEBRATED LAST TIMES BY LAUREN BRUMLEY

IN HONOUR OF UNCELEBRATED LAST TIMES BY LAUREN BRUMLEY

When habits vary or trends fade, we’re not always aware of the change. Tastes may shift, but there is still a finality to them. We just may not notice the transition.

‘First Impressions’ by Melanie Mahony

‘First Impressions’ by Melanie Mahony

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. 

Playing With Fire by Luke Shadbolt & Eli Murphy

Playing With Fire by Luke Shadbolt & Eli Murphy

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.

Remember This Feeling by Divya Bala

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.

The Space Between Us (I hope you swipe what you’re looking for) by Noelle Faulkner

The Space Between Us (I hope you swipe what you’re looking for) by Noelle Faulkner

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.

The Language of Love by Matilda Dods

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.

Limits of Control: Memo from the Deep End by Noelle Faulkner

Limits of Control: Memo from the Deep End by Noelle Faulkner

How do you know you’re alive? Heartbeats? Breath? Pain? Love? Fear? Moments? Evidence left on your flesh? Risk? G-force? Caffeine? Existential dread?

Alive

Alive

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.

In This Day and Age by Tatiana Farley

In This Day and Age by Tatiana Farley

Punk rock prodigy Patti Smith astutely observed, “Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself.”

Breath Becomes Air by Bree McDonald

Breath Becomes Air by Bree McDonald

We are, as Australians, intrepid by nature. Our location fuels our wanderlust, forcing our creative industries to be bold, to be heard. Our cultural isolation lending innovation and leading to world-class equivalence.

Swaying in the Winds: Rethinking Influence by Noelle Faulkner

Swaying in the Winds: Rethinking Influence by Noelle Faulkner

Technology has changed the meaning of influence. Where it was once the verb of inspiration, the burst of wind that propels one into changing course, the strike of a match starting a fire otherwise un-tindered; influence is now a currency.

Influence

Influence

Edition N°1 launches with the theme, INFLUENCE. Read more about it here...