Not Yours

Not Yours is an interpretation of femininity and the unattainable ideals imposed upon women. Using the untraditional medium of 3D, my images aim to scrutinise the role of the internet and its desire to be aesthetically perfect. Through whimsical colour and texture, Bambi moulds glamorous dreamscapes and scenarios. 3D art: Bambi Kirschner

Just, Our Girls

Who are the girls you see? Pure, dolls colored pink, white dress with lace, unicorn, quiet, shy, obey… Who are they? In here, only ‘our’ girls exist. Just, ‘our’ girls stand in front of you. An insight on the women doing ‘unconventional’ jobs for our gender by illustrator by Handi Kim

SACROSANCT

I have always found solace in intimate moments alone or with a girlfriend in our rooms, it’s a strong part of what makes up me, and I wanted to display this closeness through my images. Most of my time as a teenager has been spent in scenes like this one. I wanted to portray something...

Femmes Omitted: Hatshepsut, The Forgotten Pharaoh

Female role models can be difficult; not because there isn’t a plethora of women to inspire, but instead we are force-fed stories of great men and their endless achievements. Women are conditioned to aspire to qualities like beauty and celebrity, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I want women who have achieved greatness, women who...

Homesick

Whilst moving cardboard boxes out of my childhood bedroom, ready to move out and begin my life as an adult, I gained an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia and sadness for my past. I decided to collect items from my childhood that reminded me of all the things I used to love when I was a...

The Bigger The Hair, The Closer To God

Here is an editorial inspired by misfit pageant princesses, sparkle & the notion that bigger is always better. Photographer: Michele Cote, Stylist: Hannah Grunden, Hair: Aieasha Paul, Makeup: Scarlett Burton Models: Ameera and Naya at Nii Agency Image one: Ameera wears Olivia Bradley gloves, Beyond Retro dress, stylist’s own jacket and jewellery, Image two: Naya wears Beyond Retro...

ARCANA

The idea was to recreate the energy and power that you cast during a magic spell and tarot reading.Im an avid reader of occult sciences and I´ve learned that it’s essential to create a physical space that suits you. I wanted to transform sunbeams and allow them to shine through different objects and tools. When you cast a spell you can feel...

Behind Patriarchy Looms The Spectre Of Tacky Lesbianism

There’s a specter haunting patriarchal beauty standards: the specter of tacky lesbianism. For the purpose of this article, I am going to self-identify as a someone who is: nonbinary butch a lesbian, and (in this case, most importantly) habitually tacky.   I am not going to attempt to define tacky lesbianism in this article, as...

International Women’s Day

Women are gross, scab and bleed when they fall, have had diarrhea in gas station toilets. Come wrapped in lace, lids smattered with some electric pink material stolen from the drugstore sale bin. Packaged in loose blue janitor pants, clunky shoes with enough arch support to make things just bearable. Women are bald, or shedding....

The New Saint Catherine

One of the cruelest truths is that not even children are spared from wickedness. They’re not sullied by original sin, but the world’s so bad its depravity has a way of seeping into them. I was shown no mercy and came to be possessed at age eight. This was the blight that would disfigure my...

Luminous Horrors

We spoke in colors. The warmer gradients sharp and forward while the cool blues and purple hues leaned effortlessly against the wall. They converged wildly over skin.This photo shoot was truly a collaboration among friends.  Driving from NYC’s Chinatown through Time Square, the four of us found ourselves twirling around a hot-tub in an hourly...

Cherry Stain And Albumen

This project was a way to vent years of fear and anger about menstruating. Age 11, when my period began, I experienced the same detachment from my bleeding body which was now, apparently, a female body, with guilt and shame in every ounce of blood. But I never dwelt on the disparity between the importance...