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It’s called art, mum. Look it up.

It’s called ART, mum. Look it up” is a nod to every phase, every rebellious streak, every time you dyed your hair at 3am or told your parents you were a buddhist or got a tattoo from a friend or kissed that girl.

a celebration of the teen eye. a collecting of imagery to make you feel.

create non-stop. fuck ’em all.


CoCo, Nicola Cain, Ola Nowicka
Sofia Kent, Georgia Seizis, Degann
Manon, Emily Rose Theo, Izy Carr


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“Self Portrait” by CoCo (@aehrt)


by Emily Rose Theo (@emilyrosetheo)

by Sophia Kent


by Izy Carr (@izycarr)

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by Georgia Seizis (@georgiaseizis)

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by Manon (@frenchbacon16)

by Nicola Cain (@nymfee)


By Ola Nowicka, (@oalalanowicka)

By Ola Nowicka, (@oalalanowicka)

by Degann (@degann89)


by Degann (@degann89)


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Disposable Diary

A couple of water-soaked rolls of film shot in disposables, and the memories that resurfaced from them. I lived with these girls for two and a half months, in May, June and July. These rolls were developed in September.

When only a few of 24 frames come out right … is the roll itself devalued? or those few shots more precious?


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Paige, Corina and I spend most nights in the same bed. Sometimes cuddled up in the dark, whispering and laughing. Sometimes sandwiched in, laptops on legs, SD cards and cords by our feet. Eating cake and mandarins, snapping polaroids of orange fruit skins. Computer light bright in our eyes, hot water bottles on our stomach.

We curl up, legs tangled, heads on shoulders. Some nights, I snuggle deep into Paige’s bed alone, wave goodbye to her and Lucy-Belle as they dissapear out the window, flicking the light off. Before they leave, Paige kisses my forehead.

In the morning, when I wake too early, Paige is lying next to me. We savour the last hour of sleep, like you savour the last drops of something sweet on your tongue.

Three nights in a row, the moon burnt orange. Spinning across the grass and collapsing in heaps, snapping fragments of the sky in film.



exploring the coast


I remember standing on a lookout above these waterfalls. I’m with friends – we’re all gathered together, arms around each other, cold and laughing. They leave at some point – I lie down, camera under my shirt to protect it from the light rain, listening to the water rushing past, eyes closed.

Wrapped in bathers, towels and life jackets, we cross highways and a bridge, attempt to climb a fence until a farmer yells at us, and skirt the paddock instead. A river opens up before us, rocks framing the bank and scraggly gum trees scraping the sky. It’s dark brown, calm. Lucy-Belle and I grab each other, holding on for balance as we feel for the next rock, the water covering our toes, then ankles, then calves, then thighs.

I miss a rock and go down, with a scream and a splash. Lucy-Belle loses her balance and follows, and we can’t stop screaming. It’s cold, way, way too cold, but we’re the first ones in, and we swim further out, barely able to move our limbs.

come on

we insist to everyone clustered on the bank, watching. It’s not that cold! Teeth chattering, laughter gasped between white lips.

I lie on my back, floating, watching the sky. It’s thick with clouds, light blue peering through at the edges. We unclip our life jackets and dive under, pushing our hair back.

A stiff, freezing morning. Day three. 30km behind us. The fire nibbles at damp leaves, the sun is weak in the thick mist. It’s 7am, head-torches still on, folding wet tents.


Breakfast is early enough to watch the sunrise every morning. Sometimes, a big golden thing, dripping with warmth that fills the dining room. Sometimes like fairy floss strewn across the sky, and sometimes a crimson pink, and sometimes so soft and quick if you blink you miss it.img_0230

I live for these mornings. Waking up to in the arms of a different friend most days. Voices cracking, mumbling and rolling over, begging for a few more minutes, until one of us pushes the covers back. Breakfast is at 7-7:30 – when we miss out we eat apples and mandarins, retreat back to beds and now-cold hot water bottles.

When we’re on time for breakfast, we eat toast outside in the wet grass with warm hands and plates. Dressing gowns and hoodies and unbrushed hair, the sky a thousand colours.

Lavendar. Sand. Turquoise. Dust. Peach. Almond. Tangerine. 





It’s not warm
enough to swim
but we go anyway.
Salt smearing
the camera lense,
grabbing photos
as the sun dies
on the water.


skin like peaches


A study in Paige. Days spent lying lazily across this tiny pier that rocked every time we moved, the sun warm on our bare legs. Splashing at the little ducks in a dirty t-shirt, rolling down the sweet-smelling hills, dandelion in our hair. Dangling our feet in the water and spreading out the contents of our bags.

Formal night. We’ve been dancing in the dewy grass with bare feet, spinning around the dining room, slow dancing and whispering about our fears. A thousand moments passed in the blink of an eye, and I pull out my camera right at the end, snapping the last few seconds of girls in white dresses with tired feet and glowing eyes.


the night before

Rooms strewn with boxes, long sleeve shirts hanging from bed frames. Corina goes from room to room, laundry basket in her arms, collecting clothing. Last time, last time, last time.

paint smear pink


When I think about those few months, away from home and living with strangers I fell in love with, I always think about this photo. We were canoeing down a lake and came across a tiny strip of sand that opened into this collossal coast. Ate lunch in the sand and built a fire with driftwood to dry our clothes. Sprinted down the beach and teased the water until we emerged dripping, sopping, spluttering.img_0233-1.png
I’ve never seen an ocean so alive. I’ve never been so in love with my home. I’ve never been that fucking happy, shamelessly screaming it out, I’m so happy I’m so happy I’msohappy, t-shirt hanging near my knees, ankle deek in sand and salt and foam and spinning around and gripping the hands of every single person that made up my whole world.

I miss you all everyday

Illustrated by Isobel

Naked and Deactivated


How did you fall in love with the nudist lifestyle?

When I was younger, I used to head down the surf coast a lot with my friends. I started dabbling with topless sunbathing, exploring the more secluded areas of the beach. I didn’t want to be… looked at in a certain way, and I wasn’t trying to be sexual, so I ended up at nude beaches, thinking people might be less inclined to stare.

In 2015, I was on a solo backpacking trip. At this stage, I’d spent the last few years visiting a lot of nude beaches, but in Montenegro that year I put my name down for WOOFING (free accomadation in exchange for work at a campsite/farm).

This place I signed up for – it was ‘eco friendly’, which I assumed was some sort of nature reserve. Turns out it was clothing optional. [laughs]. I didn’t realise at the time of booking, but once I figured it out I just sort of thought … this is meant to be, because I loved being naked, but I’d never tried the lifestyle.

So I rock up to the gate of this place, and Steve – one of the owners – shows up completely naked. It was definitely a bit of a shock – I wasn’t used to someone answering their door naked! But I met his wife (who was also naked), and was shown around, and I just started to feel comfortable. You know no-one’s staring because they don’t find it odd. I ended up cooking lunch… gardening… doing chores and every day things, completely naked.

That experience – that’s how I really got into it. I fell in love with the freedom of it.

Can you delve into that freedom?

I have quite a spiritual view on our physical being. I think being naked is very symbolic of taking away the layers. Clothing and makeup can be incredible ways to artistically express ourselves, but at the end of the day, we’re still here without any of it.

At times we want to cover up imperfections and flaws we feel we have, but being naked really brings us back to our most natural, physical form. It’s quite symbolic of that internal way of thinking. Once we can be free to be nude, we can let go of all those layers we build up over a lifetime.

People have such a fear of being naked in front of others. But we come into this world naked, and over time we’re conditioned to think it’s sexual and inappropriate in some way. Nudity doesn’t have to be sexual. Men and women can be naked together in a communal setting without it being… sexualized. There’s a time and place for sexuality, but a naked body isn’t innately sexual.

Nudity, really, is returning to our pure selves, to a completely natural state.  I suppose I attach quite a deep meaning to it… but nudity is also fun. I’ll take my friends to a nude beach, and they’ll take their tops off, and they realise it’s just not a big deal. Once people try it, even if they’re quite hesitant…  whatever shape, colour or size you are, it’s just not that big of a deal.


So, after your backpacking experience… you founded The Nude Blogger?

You know … I’m definitely in the younger demographic, in terms of the nudist lifestyle. I’ll go places and I’m one of the youngest there. You’ve got people that have been nudists for 50 years, but they grew up in an era where it was more acceptable, mostly because they didn’t have social media.

I think the body positivity message – it’s so important, especially for the younger generations. And once I got back from that backpacking trip, I realised I wanted to start a blog. I wanted to spread that message, to talk about health and wellbeing (I’d recently turned vegan)… but also, to explore the more taboo side of this lifestyle.

That’s how The Nude Blogger was born.

What were the initial reactions you were getting?

Initially, it was overwhelmingly positive. So many people were reaching out, letting me know they’d dabbled in the lifestyle…people who’d previously been quite self-conscious had tried being naked more around their partner… that sort of thing. I think it’s really helped a lot of people.

But obviously, with exposure comes criticism. There’s always going to be haters, trolls, people judging you. And all the media attention I’ve been getting – that’s definitely brought in a lot more negativity, which I wasn’t seeing previously.


The ‘media attention’ you mention … that’s mostly due to your recent Instagram deactivation, right? Take me back to the day that happened. What was going through your mind?

Well… I’d just had a candlelit shower, and I was doing a face mask, and I was planning on such a relaxing night… [laughing]. Before my shower, I remember taking a photo of my face mask for Instagram, and after the shower I put the face mask on, went to post on Insgtagram… and it logged me out. My internet at home is so crappy, so I assumed it was just that. But after trying to log in numerous times, I showed my housemate, and she just said… your account’s been deactivated.

I was in utter shock. I was frantic, disappointed… just in shock. I was pretty gutted, to be honest.

What did you do from there? What can you do?

I know social media isn’t everything, but for me, my intention – I’ve had good intentions for my account the whole time. And there’s so much crap and negativity on Instagram that’s awful for impressionable youth… I just thought – how can my account, which promotes body positivity, be deemed inappropriate?

So it was basically – if I’m going down, I’m not going down without a fight. Even – to be honest, I didn’t actually expect to get it back. I was just thinking, if anything, I’m going to use this to get some sort of attention on the message of body positivity.

So from there, you started gaining traction.

It was national and international! I couldn’t even believe the places it reached – Turkey, Greenland… it was crazy. I wasn’t checking it a lot, but my boyfriend would google it and be like oh my god, your story’s in Afghanistan. It blew up in Belgium, Norway, Denmark…

I think it proved how important this message is. There was obviously the whole controversy involved, with the nudity and the Instagram deactivation …. but I do think it proved body positivity is a relevant message. It definitely had a very wide reach.

And then…

My account was reactivated! I couldn’t believe it was actually given back to me, I thought there was no way I could get through to Instagram. But – I guess it turns out one person can make a difference.

Right now, just weeks after your re-activation, how do you feel about social media?

It’s such a powerful tool and way to communicate. I mean, there’s no way I could have ever, without social media, spread my message the way I’ve been able to.

But you have to be mindful of the people and things you’re following. We learn about food, and being mindful about what we put into our bodies, and it’s the same thing – with social media, it’s what we’re putting into our minds.

You have to get into healthy habits with the accounts you follow.


To Instagram directly… I want to say thank you, because I really am. I never heard back from them about why they reinstated my account… I’m one of 700 million or so users, and I know there’s so many other accounts trying to spread a similar message, and they haven’t been as blessed as me. Their accounts haven’t been reinstated.

So I am grateful. But I do hope it’s a step in the direction of becoming more discerning between the accounts that should be shut down, and the ones that shouldn’t.

What’s next for The Nude Blogger, now you’re back? Where to go after making International news?

The three weeks it was shut down… I can be a very hard worker, and I think I nearly over worked myself. I’ve basically completely slowed down. I think I just need to take a bit more time for me.

I did host my first naked yoga class a few weeks ago, though. I’m working towards hosting more of them – these female-only, three-hour, naked yoga workshops. That’s definitely the next big project.

Other than that … I just want to get back to what my blog’s about. The last few weeks have been so incredibly hectic, and I haven’t been able to create or write about what I want to. So I’m just going to get back into the flow of things –  knuckle down a bit more. Workshops and writing.


Advice for those looking towards the nudist lifestyle, and unsure where to begin?

You have to learn to be comfortable within yourself first, before you go out there and try to make a point to other people. People always ask me – how do I start, how do I make that first step, and you need to be comfortable in your own personal space. You need to be able to walk around your house naked and be okay with it.

We’re all going to have fears that hold us back, but if you’ve got even a little bit of curiosity to see what this lifestyle’s about, you’ve just got to put yourself out there. Obviously, you have to be mindful, and you have to be careful when it comes to going to beaches and that sort of thing, especially if you’re younger. Just being responsible.

You’re never going to please everyone. But I always remember – what I’m doing is affecting people positively far more than the negativity I receive.


American Eclipse

A few weeks before the eclipse happened in America, I listened to a Ted Talk entitled, Why you owe it to yourself to experince an eclipseEssentially, the speaker talked about his first eclipse experience and how it changed his life. He talked about connectedness, about purpose and meaning, and chasing the moon.

Watching the social media excitement as the eclipse grew ever closer to America, I couldn’t help think about that podcast. About thousands – millions – of people across such a divided nation, watching the sky and experiencing those emotions.

That no matter the divisions we create within ourselves, we still turn our eyes to the heavens to watch the universe unfold.

This is the 2017 American Eclipse, as experienced by four teenage girls across the country.


It​ ​was​ ​the​ ​first​ ​day​ ​of​ ​classes​ ​after ​summer​ ​break,​ ​so​ ​everyone​ ​was​ ​in​ ​high​ ​spirits; free​ ​from​ ​the​ ​weight​ ​of​ ​mid-semester​ ​work​ ​and​ ​giddy​ ​on​ ​reunions​ ​with​ ​missed​ ​friends. ​The​ ​atmosphere​ ​was​ ​charged​ ​with​ ​anticipation, and classes​ ​after​ ​12​ ​had​ ​been​ ​cancelled​ ​for​ ​the​ ​solar​ ​eclipse. We​ ​weren’t​ ​in​ ​the​ ​path​ ​of​ ​totality,​ ​but​ ​we​ ​​were​​ at​ ​97%,​ ​and​ ​that​ ​was​ ​more​ ​than​ ​enough excitement​ ​for​ ​us.​ ​

A​ ​little​ ​past​ ​noon,​ ​I​ ​watched​ ​from​ ​the​ ​cafeteria​ ​window​ ​as​ ​an​ ​unfamiliar dimness​ ​cloaked​ ​the​ ​grounds.​ ​It​ ​wasn’t​ ​the​ ​same​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​overcast​ ​or​ ​haze​ ​you​ ​get​ ​from​ ​clouds​ ​on a​ ​rainy​ ​day – this lighting​ ​was​ ​different.​ ​”Oh​ ​shit,​ ​it’s​ ​happening,”​ ​one​ ​of​ ​my​ ​friends ​said,​ ​and​ ​a momentary​ ​hush​ ​of​ ​intrigue​ ​actually​ ​fell​ ​over​ ​the​ ​dining​ ​room.​ ​The​ ​actual ​eclipse​ ​wasn’t​ ​due for​ ​at​ ​least​ ​another​ ​hour,​ ​but​ ​its​ ​eerie​ ​shadow​ ​had​ ​begun​ ​to​ ​cross​ ​our​ ​path.

I​ ​wandered​ ​up​ ​to​ ​the​ ​quad​ ​where​ ​hundreds​ ​of​ ​students​ ​and​ ​faculty​ were ​gathered​ ​in​ ​clumps.​ ​Heads were​ ​buried​ ​in​ ​telescopes,​ ​paper​ ​glasses,​ ​makeshift​ ​pinhole​ ​cameras​ ​crafted​ ​from​ ​cereal​ ​boxes and​ ​the​ ​like.

​I​ ​heard​ ​my​ ​name​ ​and​ ​was​ ​ushered​ ​over​ ​into​ ​a​ ​group​ ​of​ ​hugs​ ​and​ ​​how​ are​ you’s? Thankfully​, ​someone ​had​ ​a​ ​pair​ ​of​ ​proper​ ​viewing​ ​glasses,​ ​and​ ​we​ ​passed​ ​them around​ ​every​ ​so​ ​often, even though I’d​ ​decided​ ​​I​ ​was​ ​going​ ​to​ ​take​ ​my​ ​chances​ ​glancing upward​ ​anyway. The​ ​sun,​ ​which​ ​was​ ​only​ ​partly​ ​shining​ ​down​ ​on​ ​us​ ​at​ ​this​ ​point,​ ​was​ ​warm.​ ​In​ ​between​ ​welcome back​ ​conversations,​ ​inevitable​ ​snippets​ ​of​ ​Bonnie​ ​Tyler’s​ ​​Total​ Eclipse​ of​ the​ Heart,​​ and​ ​”you wanna​ ​look?”​ ​as​ ​the​ ​glasses​ ​made​ ​their​ ​way​ ​around​ ​the​ ​circle -​ ​I​ ​was​ ​feeling grateful.​

​I​ ​know,​ ​I​ ​know,​ ​I​ ​know​ ​it’s​ ​so​ ​”fake​ ​deep”​ ​and​ ​cheesy​ ​and​ ​stupid.​ ​But​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the greatest​ ​survival​ ​tips​ ​I​ ​can​ ​offer​ ​ ​is​ ​to​ ​recognize​ ​these​ ​moments​ ​of​ ​gratefulness​ ​liberally.​ ​And I​ ​was​ ​feeling​ ​grateful.​ ​For​ ​these​ ​people,​ ​for​ ​this​ ​connection​ ​of​ ​collective​ ​excitement,​ ​for​ ​these flimsy​ ​and​ ​probably​ ​overpriced​ ​3D​ ​glasses​ ​that​ ​were​ ​presumably​ ​saving​ ​me​ ​from​ ​the​ ​blindness​ ​I had​ ​previously​ ​decided​ ​I​ ​was​ ​going​ ​to​ ​barter.​ ​For​ ​the​ ​reminder​ ​that,​ ​while​ ​this​ ​was​ ​perhaps​ ​the first​ ​total​ ​eclipse​ ​many​ ​of​ ​us​ ​had​ ​ever​ ​witnessed,​ ​it​ ​is​ ​a​ ​process​ ​that​ ​is​ ​ancient​ ​and​ ​will​ ​continue to​ ​outlive​ ​us.​ ​For​ ​the​ ​reminder​ ​that​ ​some​ ​things​ ​run​ ​in​ ​cycles.​ ​Some​ ​things​ ​change.​ ​For​ ​the reminder​ ​that​ ​those​ ​things​ ​are​ ​both​ ​natural​ ​and​ ​okay.​ ​For​ ​the​ ​reminder​ ​that​ ​the​ ​world​ ​is​ ​full​ ​of awe.

It​ ​was​ ​never​ ​like​ ​nighttime,​ ​or​ ​even​ ​late​ ​dusk,​ ​really.​ ​But​ ​it​ ​was​ ​dark​ ​enough​ ​that​ ​the​ ​streetlamps came​ ​on.​ ​Heads​ ​tilted,​ ​eyes​ ​squinted,​ ​brows​ ​raised,​ ​mouths​ ​opened​ ​in​ ​exclamations.​ ​How​ ​lucky are​ ​we​ ​to​ ​be​ ​alive​ ​and​ ​seeing​ ​this?​ ​The​ ​sun​ ​melting​ ​into​ ​the​ ​moon?​ ​Your​ ​presence​ ​does​ ​not​ ​go unacknowledged.​ ​The​ ​universe​ ​smiles​ ​softly​ ​down​ ​at​ ​you.​ ​No,​ ​really.​ ​There,​ ​on​ ​the​ ​concrete.​ ​The sun​ ​was​ ​at​ ​our​ ​feet​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​shaped​ ​like​ ​crescent​ ​moons.


The night before the eclipse, I stayed at my best friend’s. We set an alarm for 8AM, spent the entire morning getting ready, got into her car and immediately started blaring old 2000’s hip hop. On the ride into Nashville, we had a really meaningful and interesting conversation which started with us joking about the world ending during the eclipse. The excitement of it had us coming up with all kinds of different scenarios and “what ifs.”

We arrived in a big park, loaded with our cameras, water bottles and a bag of takis. I was blossoming with euphoria… we kept saying, “oh my god, this is once in a lifetime.”

Sitting under a shady tree, we glanced through our glasses at the sun, puting them over our phone cameras so we could take photos. When the sun was just a sliver, we ventured into the middle of the park with hundreds of others. As the sky started getting darker, everyone started shouting and clapping from excitement.

It felt unreal to be surrounded by so many different people that were enjoying the same event. A part of me felt like we were making history. I felt like I was witnessing something insanely beautiful, something that would be in textbooks. The euphoria of being “a part” of something grand made me feel powerful and happy. When the sky went dark in the beginning of the afternoon, you could see the moon covering the sun. My best friend grabbed my hand and shouted my name as all of us started clapping and screaming. I was trying my best to both enjoy the amazing sight and take videos of it all so that I would never forget. Everyone couldn’t stop screaming and I felt so happy. Actual chills were running through my body.

As the eclipse ended and the sky brightened, fireworks started going off on a building in the city. I was exhausted, body shaking. We decided to head out to eat and relax. The kind of environment that I had been surrounded in was incredible, and I wish I could see people joined together in that way much more often.


[ the shadows cast by the moon, mid-eclipse ]

I was with my mom and younger sister, and cousins from New York (here for a quick family visit before school) when the eclipse happened. We were all at my house, darting between my front and back door as the sky grew dark. I live in Charlotte, North Carolina, so though we weren’t in the direct path, we could still notice the change in the sky. These moments were magic. I don’t know what it was, but I felt a calmness in the air, as in this moment, we all paused to watch the same thing.

None of my family was able to obtain the eclipse glasses, so we were trying to catch a glimpse without blinding ourselves (it was a pretty fine line). My older cousin was live streaming the eclipse via instagram, and we were all in awe, saying how cool it was and how nice it was to be together for this. I was fascinated by the eclipse shadows – I had read about them a couple of hours earlier, but I didn’t think that I was going to be able to see them. They looked like paint stamps on the ground and on the side of my house.

I have this ten month old puppy, and he was barking his head off just minutes before the eclipse happened. I remember getting a post notification for Cole Sprouse’s Instagram, and the caption read: How many times does it need to be said??? If an animal starts speaking to you in strange riddles during the eclipse, listen to it. I showed to my sister and we  both laughed, looking at Shea (my dog). To this day I still feel like Shea was trying to communicate something to us during the eclipse.


Monday, August 21st

This morning, my Grandma came into town. I wasn’t looking forward to her visit, and I wasn’t thinking about the eclipse just yet, either.  

She’s an interesting character – she wears long skirts and lives alone and goes to Catholic mass every day and is quite traditionalist in her views and mannerisms.  But she is still my family.  

Around one o’clock, I was working at my boat club.  Although I was sweating like crazy, I had an eventful shift.  One little girl asked me if I was wearing yellow and black “for the sun and moon,” which I thought was sweet.  Later, two different small girls came up to me and, smilingly shyly, handed me a slightly-melted cookie.  

By two, some of the lifeguards down at the pool were beginning to take out the cheap eclipse glasses they’d brought.  I tried not to glance at the sun as I snapped a picture of it – there was hardly anything to see without glasses yet, besides a small reflection in the shape of a moon in the photo.  

As soon as I got home (less than thirty minutes later), I rushed inside to grab the glasses with my siblings.  Grandma kept saying that she wasn’t “interested” in seeing it and continuously remined us to hold the glasses securely on our face at all times.  My younger sister and I ran around the yard, finding different views of the sun and moon as they began to collide, slipping in and out of the kitchen to grab snacks.  

When it was darkening a little, and moon-shaped shadows were appearing on our back porch, I started jumping up and down in the kitchen while Grandma stared, shocked.  I couldn’t help it – I was so excited to witness this amazing event.

Lying in the yard with my younger sister, talking about the coming school year and how to feel free from it; twirling around outside, spinning in the overgrown grass and special shadows – it made me feel like magic.  It made me feel that the universe and nature were simply magical and I was living in an astounding place.  

Saturday, August 26th

It’s been a strange week. Grandma’s gone now – her visit was interesting.

The solar eclipse was so unbelievably cool. It just was.  I feel connected to the moon; my sun sign is a Cancer, so I think I could be called a moon child.  

It wasn’t until later this week, after watching all the videos and Snapchat stories, that I realized how powerful the eclipse was for our nation and people.  All of us Americans, in such a troubled time, looking up.  Craning our necks, holding those glasses to our face, staring at the wonders of creation. The universe brought us all together.  

It sounds stupid, but maybe it was at just the right time.  Maybe it’ll make us stop and marvel at the majestic life we’re living, like it did for me.   

October Edit

For the first three quarters of this month, I was in Vietnam, and then Thailand. Negotiating tuk-tuks, wrapping sarongs around my head, sinking teeth into foreign fruit, hiking jungles in bare feet, sketching street signs from tiny bars, lying lazily below crappy fans.

It’s difficult to edit this month – it wasn’t what I read, wore, watched, ate or followed that defined my experiences. It was colours and sound and feelings and laughter. It was what made my eyes wide, my feet sore, my mouth tingle, and everything I scribbled down in a water-spotted journal because I was afraid to forget.

Still, in the afternoons spent on blue couches, the mornings too hot to wake up, the nights curled up in the still-warm sand – the spaces between moments, the hours that are difficult to remember – this is what made October.


Moonlight – An incredibly raw portrayal of boyhood, sexuality, family, drugs, violence, high school … this move ticks every box, and does it all in the most beautiful visuals you could imagine.

Freedom – The documentary of George Michael’s life, finished in the weeks before he died. Having never known his name until his death, it was fascinating to watch this, and learn about a life that shaped and changed so many. The way he talks about creativity, art, self expression, the industry … it feels like he’s talking directly to you. To your work and your art.

The Shawshank Redemption – The original Morgan Freeman voiceover. I don’t want to say ANYTHING about the plot because going into this film with no expectations (like I did) makes it a thousand times better. So – uh – just watch it. Then come back and we can talk.

Art Portfolios – you wanna learn more about art? watch people talking about art. wanna learn more about [literally insert any topic]? watch people talking about it. Recently been obsessed with watching My Art Portfolio – Accepted at… videos on Youtube. I could call it education (I’m trying to call it education), but really I just like watching people talk about their art.

Rare Visuals – Olivia’s an insanely talented 17 year old from Noosa, living and breathing surf photography/videography. When you’ve had your fill of her groovy, just plain cool videos, check back to Sea Foaming for a coming interview with the girl herself!


The Steady Running of the Hour – A thrilling read, following Tristan Campbell in his race across Europe to prove he’s related to a great-grandmother he never knew, in order to claim an 80 year old fortune. Though seemingly your average thriller/action/mystery plot, the book deepeens as it becomes split between World War I and present day, and begins to unearth probing questions about life, love, searching and experiences. By the end, you’ll be crying, confused, and thoroughly unhappy. Read it anyway.

The Simple Pleasures of Life – I came across a thin hardcover version of this book in an op shop and picked it up for a dollar. Delving into the pages on beaches in Vietnam, I became obsessed, underlining passages and scribbling in the gaps between paragraphs. A collection of – simply – the small pleasures of life, it’s soft words make you want to smell fresh bread and look at the sky and simply be.

Robert Frost – I skimmed through several copies of Robert Frost poems while I was away, in the hope reading poetry might become more of a habit. I can’t say it worked, but the pages look slightly more worn, and there’s pen marks spread across the copies, so I suppose it wasn’t completely futile.

The Wednesday Zine The creation of our very own journalist, Emily Blake, The Wednesday Zine is an arts and literary publication empowering women through creative expression. They donate 75% of the proceeds to the Malala Fund, and apart from selling incredible issues, have a blog filled with eloquent, concise articles that will fuel every political, feminist bone in your body.

Pure Nowhere – An online music and arts platform, Pure Nowhere covers concerts, bands and artists nearly every week (!!), with the dreamiest interviews and photo galleries. You’ll see a lot more of their work in the coming months, as Sea Foaming and Pure Nowhere form a collaborative partnership!

Teen Eye Magazine – An online quarterly publication created entirely by teens. In three  years it’s gathered 850 000 views. 850 000. This is curated by 16 year olds. If you hadn’t already guessed – it’s fucking good.

Philaprint Zine – One of my absoulute favourite blogs right now. Every post is thought-provoking and educating – literally just. quality. content.



Sarongs – Possible uses: towel, pants, scarf, shawl, sun protector, dress, head covering, bandage, rope, shirt, beach mat, wall decoration, bed sheet, cape …. I could go on. Needless to say, there was one packed in my bag at ALL TIMES.

Big earrings – No makeup, unbrushed hair, bather top out for dinner, but BIG EARRINGS. The only accessory you’ll ever need on holiday (and back home). Left my favourite pair in a taxi, but still have a few pairs of Acyd Puffs that I use on rotation.

High waisted pants – Quite literally, all I packed for Thailand were throw-on tops and high waisted pants. Light, baggy, flowy, and easy to throw on. If we’re being honest here, they’re all I wear at home, too.

Red fishnet tights – Yes. Yes, you heard correctly. Though originally for Halloween (costume idea: dress as a sunburn), I can say with complete confidence that throwing these on will boost your mood. Without a doubt. (Bonus points for pairing with an oversized shirt and loud music).

Back to basics – Living out of a suitcase for a month teaches you a lot about what you wear, what you don’t, and what you actually need (which is actually pretty much none of it). I didn’t touch a third of the clothes I packed, simply because it was so much easier to stick to a rotation of comfortable, loose, sturdy pieces I loved. Applying this concept to my wardrobe isn’t going to be quite as easy (everyone else owns 20+ t-shirts they never wear but can’t possibly get rid of, right?) but it’s worth a try.

Berkinstocks – Found a pair for $20 in Vietnam, and wear them everywhere. Pair with socks for the most ridiculous look you can imagine (that somehow makes you feel a hundred times more empowered??)

No shoes – Despite my gushings over a pair of shoes, for a solid week in the middle of my trip, I didn’t touch a pair of shoes. Days spent hiking, swimming, and walking all over a car-less island meant at the end of each day my feet were ridiculously gnarly, covered in cuts and blisters and bruises and all manner of colours, but it felt so free. 


Rice – Ordered with every meal.

Satay Sticks – Literally order these just for the peanut sauce.

Fish – fried fish, steamed fish, grilled fish, whole fish, fish chunks, fish in tomato sauce, fish in coconut curry … the sheer amount of fish printed on plastic menus in any restaurant you went to was irresistable. And yep, it was all good.

Mango Smoothies – Real smoothies, made fresh in front of you. For a dollar. I ate 34 mango smoothies in 25 days. I haven’t had one since I got home. I don’t really know what to do with myself.

Rambutan – Okay, to find the name of this fruit I had to google weird red spiky asian fruit. But it’s okay – Google had my back. These were EVERYWHERE in Thailand and Vietnam. We’d find them in the local markets, and I would walk home with a purple plastic bag crammed with fruit swinging from my arms. Then that night, litter the bed with red shells until my mouth was stiff from sweet stickiness. Where can I get these in Australia??



@sea_foaming – oooooh self promooo.

@littlesunlady – best summed up as weird and unfiltered and stick-in-your-head photography.

@teeneyemag – the aforementioned Teen Eye Magazine, in bite-sized format.

@terrajo – current favourite model. She recently shaved her head, and posted an incredible explanation to her instagram about taking back her freedom, sexuality, and sense of self. Inspires me endlessly.

@andrea.lux – collage inspo baby

@romilyalice – neon bender and artist! ‘SHE BENDS – WOMEN IN NEON’ is the slogan emblazoned on a recent post. Are you not clicking follow yet? No? Now?

@aylinderya_ – the perfect mix of flowers on subways, smoky portraits, and street snaps.

@andrewknives – psychedelic, twisted graphics and gifs to fill your soul.



Check out the new MIXTAPE section of the blog for new mixtapes from our curators, Emma and Isabel, every two weeks!!

Looking too closely – Fink

What you need – BAYNK, NIKA

Go Fuck Yourself – Two Feet

Mr Blue Sky – Electric Light Orchestra

Kathleen – Catfish and the Bottlemen

Not Nineteen Forever – The Courteneers

Milo – Folk, Metaphysics 

The Breach – Dustin Tebbutt

Anyway – The Burbs

Flame Trees – Sarah Blasko

Sao Paulo, Vincent Mango

Dance, Baby! – boy pablo


Journalling – This one’s been in the back of my mind since February, when I stopped journalling. I finally picked up a book and pen right before my flight, and journalled non-stop the entire time I was away.  The release it provided me during travelling was exactly what I needed. I remember things visually, through words and photos, and writing down everything flitting across my mind was cathartic.

Essential Oils – Keep on hand for all different uses. Tea-tree’s my favourite to calm and clear my mind, peppermint grounds me, lavendar soothes me. 

Heat Packs – No better way to get in the mood for sleep then heating up a heat pack (ps u can make your own!!)

Candles – I’ll never not buy a tinned vanilla candle. Do I have too many? Yes. Am I going to stop? Uh, no.

Spirituality – Learning more about spirituality is something I’ve been working on for months now. It’s a long, personal journey, that’s being further developed with the opening of the ‘Soul‘ category on the blog. But everything from understanding my Birth Natal chart, to teaching myself New Moon Rituals, to picking up a pack of tarot cards – they’re all tiny steps to introduce myself to this huge world, and hopefully it’ll begin to spill over into Sea Foaming.

Clover Letter – A daily dose of news, pop-culture and teen art, delivered straight to your Inbox every morning. Yes, really. Sign up here.

Insight Timer – A Meditation App that connects you with hundreds of teachers, filters podcasts by time and type, and generally makes you feel like you have the world at your fingertips. The, uh, meditation world.

Relay For Life – Spending the night camping out on an oval, falling asleep in a ditch, dancing with green slushies in hand, cheering on random strangers, watching people shave their head, repeatedly cleaning up a ball pit, crying for strangers … get involved in local fundraising events!! Lotsa fun!!!

Del Kathryn Barton – An artist who’s inspiring me a lot recently. There’s an exhibiton of her work coming up at the NGV, which I couldn’t be more excited about! Hmu if you’re in Melbourne, yeah?

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We’re Getting No Sleep, Tonight

“we’re getting no sleep, tonight” encapsulates the afternoon and night I spent with several friends I used to live with, but hadn’t seen in months.

We met up in the tiny town where most of them lived. I caught the V-Line, a train service I’d never travelled on before. The seats were large and an officer walked down the aisles, checking tickets.

We tried and failed to get a Wii working, despite some passionate Mario Kart challenges. The little lounge room we sat in was brimming with golden light, lying thick on the couch and the mattresses spread across the floor. Vauely, we wandered outside, and ended up in a little park.

We threw oursleves at the play equipment excitedly, and raced up a rope structure. From the top, I could see a little boy tottering across the ground, grabbing for a swing.

Aimlessly, we crossed a grassy area and entered a small wood, sliding down a slick track and coming out into a little creek fed by a pipe big enought to crawl through.

Which we did, until the spiders sent us back.

Sun golden on the gravel, we end up underneath Aldi – an area thick with garbage. Smashed bottles, doll heads, shoes, chairs, clothing and timber. I think of people tangled together on picnic mats, of the liquid from those empty bottles, of the hands that tore apart those dolls.

We find a tunnel through the back. Phones flat, we use my camera flash as a torch. It leads nowhere.

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The sun’s setting. We slip through back alleys with little direction, following the clouds and ducking beneath branches, laughing loudly.

It feels like watching from afar. Detached from the situation, watching a cliche play out before my eyes. Like going through the motions. Like assuming roles, like playing at an idea. Following a script we’ve read a thousand times.

Are we young yet? Wild yet? Stupid yet?

Tossing rocks through windows and shoving aside sheets of plastic. Stepping over glass and condoms and crawling through the playhouse at Maccas, because that’s where we finally end up. We’re the only people in the restaurant. Three large fries and two frozen cokes.

Youth on the run. Feels like attempting to live out an idea. A vision of an afternoon that you place characters into. I sit against a plastic tunnel with cramped legs and a coke and laugh a little too loudly at a joke I can’t remember. Long hair and black hoodies.

Head straight for the horror section. Who’s 15? Rummaging in pockets for someone’s ID card. The blue light makes everything different, makes this look like a movie, makes us feel invincible, in some way. Like we can be different in electric blue. I hang around in the carpark, watching the automatic doors glide open every few seconds when someone hovers too close.

Walk home in the steady darkness, cutting through a garden and crawling through branches lit with a red glow. Across an overpass – should I flash the cars?  

Spend the night watching The Purge and eating Sour Patch Kids, finding sugar in the folds of our sheets the next morning.


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I’m not sure what I’m trying to say. The evening stands out in my mind, vivid against a backdrop of vague memories and blurry conversations. I’ll never quite figure out what felt off that day. Maybe it was the town I didn’t know, or the camera in my hand, or the little boy I watched from the top of a climbing tower.

I think the hyper-imagination of youth creates unrealistic ideas we attempt to fit our experiences too. So incessantly reminded that these are the best years of our lives, that we’re constantly second-guessing. Am I doing this right? Does this look right?

I think, sometimes, I forget how to be 15.

Music, Youth, Film –Kinga

By Kinga.

The first time I took a photo on a film camera was in the first year of my photography class. Before that, I was shooting on disposables, but photographing in film has taught me so much about the technical side of photography (and that I can’t always shoot in auto mode!). I get to live out my dream of developing my prints in a dark room, too – which I love, despite being a time consuming, trial and error procss.

I find inspiration in a lot of old film photographers (for example: Saul Leiter and Chloe Sheppard). I try to find that raw, vintage look, even in my digital shots… so it’s really shaped my overall style.




Youth is definitely a theme found throughout my film work, because I shoot in film during “real” moments of my life, not photo shoots or events I’m covering for magazines. Parties… festival… simply hanging out at a friend’s house… film, for me, comes with no obligations or expectations. I can simply capture and be in the moment, documenting my life as a 17 year old living in this city full of adventures. [London]

Getting my rolls developed always remind me of old photos; albums I love flicking through full of childhood pictures and my parent’s wild, young years. I think youth isn’t an age, but a feeling; you can grow up and get older, but you can still be young in your heart, attitude to life and actions. It’s that carelessness, that excitement for life.

I love documenting the little moments in every-day life of youth; it’s an exciting time to be alive. The world’s at our fingertips, and technology’s moving forward rapidly every day – it’s amazing some of us still turn to the old-school ways of creating art.




I shot a lot of these at different festivals, but there’s shots from a Lana Del Rey concert, and street performers from over the summer. In music especially,  film captures the atmosphere so much more than a digital camera ever could.

Seeing Lana live … it’s something that’s been on my bucket list for years. I look up to her in so many ways – her songs feel like they interlink with my life, and her lyrics deeply resonate with me (but I think everyone can say that, because she sings about the real and raw moments of life).

When Lana started to sing “Ride”, the atmosphere that she created with that melody gave me chills. 5,000 people sang along to every single word of a song about freedom and internal battles, and in that moment we were all so connected and free. I was so close to tears. I’m so happy that I got to capture that night in the form of film, because I’ve put my prints on my wall where I can see them everyday – instead of just aimlessly recording everything to Snapchat and forgetting about that feeling in a few weeks.

Film… it reflects exactly what the audience is experiencing. I think that’s what’s special about it – it’s so raw and intimate.


Moon Phases and Rituals

By Chiara Liane.


The moon controls the tides, and the human body is around 60% water, so it makes sense that the moon has an effect on our wellbeing – we’re biologically comprised of the same stuff as the tides! I love learning anything about the space and the planets, especially if they’re rumoured to have an influence on our mental wellness – and I thought others might be fascinated to learn more too.

Our emotional wellbeing can be subtly affected by the different phases of the moon. I’m going to talk about what they symbolize, how they can affect our everyday lives, and some suggested rituals and routines for the most energized moon phases – new and full.

New Moon

The first stage of the lunar cycle represents opportunities, new beginnings – a stage of initiating and planning what you want to achieve in the following month. At this time, the moon is completely invisible in the night sky as it sits between the earth and the sun (with the sun shining on the side of the moon we cannot see).

It is a desirable time to set your intentions for the month as well as a time of boosted creativity. Write these ideas down, do some meditation, reflect on how you want to reshape old goals in a way that suits you in the present. What are your dreams and desires? Make them as clear as possible. You’ll be surprised in the ways the universe sends messages and opportunities to help you.


  • Journaling your intentions/goals for the month and reading them out loud
  • Meditation and repeating positive mantras in your head e.g. “I only attract abundance and love into my life
  • Pamper yourself – take a bath, read a book, drink some tea, paint your nails

First Quarter Moon

This is the time to take your intentions you wrote down during the new moon and work on making them happen. This phase often brings determination, focus and a commitment to taking action. Emotions tend to become more balanced during this time, hopefully giving perspective and clarity on what you need to do.

What you intend on manifesting will begin to increase in momentum during the first quarter. It will allow you to establish a foundation from which you can build the steps in order to reach your desires.

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Full Moon

The energy of the moon is felt the strongest when it is full. Myths and legends throughout human history point towards strange happenings during this time – mum used to tell me this is when all the ‘crazy’s’ come out, and a friend of mine of who is a nurse agrees completely. It’s a time of abundance, where you may be able to see some psychical manifestation of the desires you laid out in the new moon.

Intense thoughts and emotions are usually associated with the full moon. A good idea would be to channel this energy into creative pursuits, or by reflecting and journaling to release any built up tension/emotion. Sexual energy is very high at this time, whilst we also tend to stay up later as our energy at night is increased.

This phase is a time to let go of anything that is not serving your higher purpose, which can be anything from toxic relationships, habits, people or jobs.


  • Write out a list of things you want to release from your life that are no longer benefitting you such as toxic relationships, or emotions. Then tear up this list or burn it (if can be done safely)
  • Sage your room/house – clearing old and negative energy
  • Meditation – becoming present in the moment by clearing unnecessary thoughts. If you are struggling to focus, start out with guided meditations (can be found on YouTube).

Last Quarter Moon

The last quarter brings a time of introspection and contemplation of what has been achieved in the past few weeks. As we prepare for the cycle to begin again with the new moon, it is good to evaluate what worked well and what didn’t during the month. Do some spring-cleaning by riding yourself of any negative habits, thoughts or objects. Do not start any new projects during this period, but rather polish up what you already have achieved.

Happy manifesting fellow spiritual witches!

September Edit


The Mix – A daily, half-hour program run on the ABC that focuses on news in the art world. If you’re sick of sports and celebrity, you’ll love this.

Ratatouille – A favourite of mine ever since I was little, I re-watched this in French class and fell in love all over again. The Parisian streets, the way they visually describe food, the angles and frames of the animation … one of Disney’s best.

Caitlin Cutler films – A dreamy travel/wedding videographer. Adore her work – inspires me endlessly.

Who’s Line is it Anyway?  My absolute favourite comedy show EVER. Can NOT get enough of it. This vimeo channel has a heap of old episodes – you’re welcome.

Models Talk: Racism, Abuse and Feeling Old at 25 – an insight into the modelling industry. Though often thought to live the dream, easy life, there’s a whole heap of insecurity and judgement that comes with it.



Being a Phase – An extraordinarily written piece exploring the concept of ‘being a phase’ in relationships. Was aching at the end of this – the best reaction to art possible.

Pond Mag – A fav of mine; music, art and culture, in a no-shit format.

Why are Adult Women Infatuated with Teenage Girls? – This article literally changed my life. It’s a look into the phenomenon of youth fetishisation, which I have only just woken up to. Can’t recommend enough.

A Stretching Summer – A beautiful short story exploring youth with clarity and rawness.

Aqua-Marine, Halcyon Girls – The second issue of the Halcyon Girls mag!! Read for a look into the aquamarine crystal and the ocean. – A mix of spirituality and plant-based recipes. My favourite of hers: the post that has me thinking money with a lot less guilt. – In my quest to learn as much as possible about spirituality, I’m discovering new websites and resources, and this is my favourite so far.


Thin belts – After an unsuccesful whole-house search for my favourite, thick black belt, I was forced to add a thin, worn brown belt to my denim ensemble. Though I couldn’t quite decide if the look was ridiculous or amazing, I’ve jumped on board with the idea (arguably, ridiculous/amazing is my favourite kind of outfit anyway).

Levi denim – Vintage Levi’s are never a miss in Summer. I have a pair of over-sized denim cut-offs it’s finally hot enough to wear, and I’m on the look out for the perfect pair of boyfriend jeans.

Just below the knee – this is my current favourite cut in skirts and pants. I’m beginning a collection of 3/4 length pants in multiple colours, and adding to my already way too large skirt collection. The below-knee cut simulatenously makes you feel empowered, and like you should probably twirl around a few times.

Mens button-ups – stolen a few of my dad’s work shirts and keep them around the house to add something extra to a basic outfit, or throw on for a beach day.

Colour/prints – the crazier, the better. Forget the black and mix the patterns.

Strappy crops – My favourite look as we transition into summer is a pair of flowy pants or long skirt, and a strappy little top to slip on. Makes me feel like a yoga teacher.

Ditching the heel – Broke my favourite (and last) pair of heels a few months back, and haven’t worn a pair since. Despite occasionally missing the extra height, I feel so much more free and active.


Carrot and lemon juice – A typical monthly favourite. Sliced carrot, drenched in lemon juice, with plenty of hummus. You can’t go wrong.

Corn chips – Though I eat way too many of these for it be considered healthy, they’re the perfect snack to have on hand. With dip, by themselves or as a base for nachos, I go through a bag a week.

Thai food – Transitioning away from my standard order of satay sticks, spring rolls and rice to try some stir fries and curries. Pad King is a current favourite, but as I’ve just arrived in Thailand, there’s many more to enjoy!

Homemade wedges – Roughly chop up several potatoes/pumpkins/sweet potatoes, sprinkle with oil, rosemary and salt, and roast. Serve with sourcream and sweet chilli sauce.

Mango sorbet – blend frozen mango, lime juice, yoghurt and a natural sweetener (I use Natvia) – the most delicious, healthy summer treat.

Rockmelon/watermelon – Melon’s are my go-to this season – grab a quarter watermelon and a couple of spoons to take down to the beach, or chop up a whole rockmelon and bag it for school.

Pesto – We have jars and jars of homemade pesto at home, so I attempted a creamy take on it. Add sour cream and a dash of milk, heat on the stove while stirring until mixed, and serve with pasta and parmesan cheese.


@sea_foaming – our insta account. For up-to-date info and opportunities (like the recent call for new team members!) follow us here.

@hellomr – my new favourite mag, in insta form.

@alexkingfilm –  masculine femininity. What more could you want?

@femiinart – the art account of the gorgeous Manon, who features regularly in our Monthly ART Galleries.

@redmoonartcollective – the female-artist initiative, founded by Sea Foaming illustrator, Iz. Follow for a feed filled with women killing it at the art game. – the ethereal photographer herself. She explores same-sex love, femininity and spirituality through connection with nature. The most dreamy images you can imagine. (Interview with the full moon goddess coming soon!)

@duhdoes – groovy graphics.

@wednesdayzine – a lil zine publication you’ll fall in love with!

@teeneyemag – an incredible online social mag for teens.


Find Sea Foaming on Soundcloud and Spotify

Hidden Brain, You 2.0 one of my all-time favourite podcasts. This summer mini-series explores YOU, in all aspects of life. Well worth a listen.

Soundcloud Picks:

Nostalgia – a playlist by me, that encapsulates the music I was raised on.

Classical Piano – different types of white noise is magic for when you need that extra bit of concentrating. My current fav: Piano Clasico on Spotify.

September Mixtape the newest Sea Foaming mixtape.


Free Youth Workshops – You’ll probably be surpirsed by how many organisations offer free workshops and events for youth in your area. Find some Facebook groups and pages (Red Cross Young Humanitariums is a good starting point), and start paying attention to what they post. There’s some really amazing things – galleries, competitions, grants, livestreams, workshops, etc.

Gym classes – Gym’s aren’t just weights – most offer a tonne of classes. When you’re using the equipment, classes, and other facilities (sauna, pool, spa, etc.), you end up getting a lot more value for your membership. Check out your local gym’s schedule – mine has an array of pilates, yoga, boxing, tai chi, HIIT and more.

Perme8 – Several months back, I bought a $3 lipbalm at a little market. It was the best freaking lipbalm I’ve ever used. I’ve been desperately searching for the business, and I finally came across it online – the website didn’t work, but I managed to message them through facebook, and the lovely woman dropped off several lip balms and some complimentary soaps in my mailbox. Made my month.

Bedtime routine – Having a bedtime routine has been incredibly important for me this past month or so. My nights are so unpredicatable, and I’m getting little to no sleep – but whether it’s 10pm or 4am, a quick routine grounds me and prepares me for sleep. Generally, I run a heatpack through the microwave, switch on my salt lamp, put on a Bon Iver record, moisturise my face, rub some essential oils on my wrist/neck, and read for five to ten minutes.

Tabagotchi – A little in-browser app that reminds you when you have too many tabs open! Invaluable for a serial multi-tasker like myself.

ART. 02

Counteracting the saturation of online art in our digital society.

Artists Featured:

Isabella Miremadi, Maxine Trujillo, Jess,
Sofiya SlyusarenkoManon, Garance, Ali,
Cadmium Red, Eva Barnsley, Grace Kell


“Alive” EP by Isabella Miremadi (@isabellaxxm)

“A phase” By Maxine Trujillo (@_okbrit)


By Manon (@frenchbacon16)

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By Garance (@heartpeaches)


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By Cadmium Red (@_cadmiumred)


By Melanie Boomsma (@xiammermaid)

By Jess (@sylkdeluna)

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By Ali (@aehrt)


By Eva Barnsley (@evabarnsley)

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By Grace Kell (@graceakell)

“Afternoon Light” by Sofiya Slyusarenko (@legislatednostalgia)


for other current submission opportunities, see submit


Kalon Azure

Literal girls of the past, present and future.

This interview was – mostly – conducted in a park in Stavanger, Norway. The girls of Kalon Azure – Nora and Martine – took my questions, discussed their answers on video and emailed me the files, which I later transcribed.

Piecing together their thoughts and phrases to create this interview was the most gentle, wholesome, invigorating process. And I hope that comes through.

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How did you two meet?

Nora – We met in third grade, and spent that summer together; climbing trees, dressing up in costumes and trading pokémon cards. We lost contact for a couple of years, but in 2013 we started middle school together and realized we shared a lot of the same interests. Ever since, we’ve been inseparable; traveling to a surf camp in Hoddevik, concerts in Bergen and France, creative writing in the middle of the night, moon ceremonies, and countless trips to the local organic farm & botanical garden.

The emoji you use the most?

Martine – Pink heart/pink flower 💖🌸

N – The wave/pink heart 🌊💖

When you were little, what did you want to do?

M – I wanted to be an artist living in France, as my family used to go to France every other year, and I loved it there. But I also wanted to own a strawberry farm!

N – I wanted to be an archaeologist when I was young, because I really enjoy history and learning about other cultures … but I also wanted to work in fashion! Weird mix, I know.

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First thing’s first – why the sname Kalon Azure?

Nora – We were originally called The Travelling Crew, and focused more on travelling, but we realised that wasn’t really what we wanted from our website. So…

Martine – The word Kalon has Greek roots, and means beauty that is more than skin deep.  Azure has Arabic roots, and equals the colour of the sky on a cloudless sky.

N – We kind of decided on this because we wanted something people hadn’t really heard before. We wanted something to represent what we really stand for – that beauty isn’t just what you wear and look like.

M – The beauty that exists inside of us. Freedom … individuality … that although we don’t all have the same horizons, we live under the same sky.

Sustainability is a huge part of Kalon Azure. Why is that?

M – I guess because it’s such a huge part of our lives. We started our sustainable journey back in 2014… I don’t exactly know how it happened, but we went from loving these major, awful companies to –

N – In the blink of an eye, we just weren’t interested anymore. I remember I used to buy Maybelline and MAC and all these horrible brands, but I sort of just changed. I think we both started this journey on our own, but it was at the same time, so we ended up learning from each other. We really just wanted to spread the message of sustainability to as many people as possible.

But also … this blog, our website, it’s us learning. We’re not perfect. We’re sharing our own journey – we look at other blogs and figure out new ways to be sustainable, and pass that onto others – the things that work for us. For instance, fast fashion is quite a good example, and knowing more about slow fashion. Using more organic, loval and vegan products, less plastic, etc. … but we’re learning as we go along. We’re constantly figuring out how to be more ethical.

M – We’re also involved in environmental politics, so we’re trying to raise awareness and get more people interested. But I think it’s all about the small changes you make to your lifestyle. Sustainability to me is having respect for the planet and its people, but also future generations. It’s creating a world where future generations can thrive.

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Okay – Trump pulling out of the Paris agreement … what were you feeling?

M – When I first heard, I felt – helpless. It just felt very surreal, because – okay, so even the fact that Trump is President still feels surreal to me. When people call him President Trump, I’m like – is this even real??

N – He doesn’t deserve to be president. And obviously, it’s really horrible that he pulled out of the Paris agreement. I guess, the fact that Trump doesn’t really believe the climate is changing – that’s what’s really scary, that a man with so much power has these views. But … there are so many people in America that don’t have the same values as Trump. It’s not just one man who changes everything. You can still make your own choices, and it can still be a really positive change.

On that note – how do you think we can save the world? 

N – Really, just doing smaller things that you can do.

M – Realising we do have an impact on the planet.

N – And that climate change is not a lie.

M – YES! [both laugh] But the way so many people live their lives now – including ourselves, you know, we’re not perfect – causes so much damage to the people who are already struggling. We just need to live our lives more compassionately, and more consciously. The ripple effect of that can save our planet.

underwear reciept

Starting this blog – what have you learnt?

N – We’ve been doing this for quite some time now… 2, 3 years, maybe? And it involves a lot more hard work than people might think – a lot of our spare time to write and reflect and share what we love to do.

M – And this is a passion project, so I’ve learnt a lot about actually working on something you care about and are passionate about. And it’s been wonderful to be working with Nora – she constantly inspires me and fuels my creativity.

N – We inspire each other. And at the start, we were both really worried about what people would think about us, like what if we made some spelling mistake or wrote something that people thought was weird, or a cliché

M – But it’s not really about that.

N – We kind of just realised that we really want to do this, and we really love this, and the people who love us will love us for what we do. I think that’s kind of what we’ve really learnt – just do whatever you want to do.

M – Just be yourself. [laughs]

Three years from now … 

M – I’m pretty sure I’ll be on a gap year, travelling … maybe doing some volunteering. This Fall I’m visiting the Middle East and a couple of refugee camps, so maybe I could return and volunteer there. But I would also really like to take some course or part time class and learn more about something like art, philosophy, spirituality or religion.

N – We have two more years of school, and then I think I’ll also be on a gap year. I’d love to travel to Coast Rica or Bali and become a yoga instructor. That’s been my dream for about three years now – I want to spread the yoga message more in Norway. Hopefully I’ll also be living in a van!!

kalon azure, with ticket

If you could meet anyone, dead or alive…

N – Either… Heath Ledger, because he seemed like such an amazing person, really grounded and human… or Elvis – because we both really love his music, and he just seemed like such a cool guy [both laugh].

M – I would want to meet Shailene Woodley, because she – she just cares so passionately about protecting the environment, and I truly admire her lifestyle; how she’s so minimalistic and down to earth, and how she protested the Standing Rock Pipeline. She doesn’t really care what anyone else thinks about her.

If you could tell every teenager in the world ONE thing…

M – The time is now. Just create, and follow your passions and dreams, and only care about the things that truly matter for you.

N – Create a life that you want to live. At the end of the day, nobody else is going to live your life, and you only get one. Just do what makes you happy, no matter what comes your way.


How did it all begin?

Nora – I remember we were always making collages about our favourite brands; Dior, Chanel, Prada … models and perfumes … [laughing] … and I think it just evolved from there in a weird way. But of course, it was also us starting our sustainable journey back in 2014. And the store – I guess we’ve been thinking about it for over a year now, but I think it really all started – what was it, three months ago? Four months?

Martine – We were at this local market, and we sold some second hand clothes and it went very well, so we thought we should just take a chance.

N – We were thinking if something doesn’t work out, it’s better to have tried it anyway than not tried it at all. So it’s been on our minds for over a year, but we finally got the courage to just do it. 

Is it hard to open a vintage store?

M – It was so much harder than I first thought. You have to measure and weigh the clothes, find shipping prices, consider the design and colour scheme … It’s taken a lot of work and energy.

N – Especially because we’re doing this all sustainably. We didn’t want to just open up a random store. We were going to open on the 17th, but we have to wait until the end of the month to get our recycled packaging. And also, the photo-shoot took a lot more time than we thought. We were like – okay, so we’ll do this for about two hours… and we were in the city for 5 or 6 hours

M – And it was raining!! [laughing]

bag movie

What do you hope to bring with each collection?

N – Pieces that can work for girls and guys. Any gender. This upcoming collection is a lot more feminine, but most of our readers are girls and women… so it was easier to find womens clothing and see how it all works before we get in more mens wear.

M – We want to make it easier for people to choose slow fashion and sustainable fashion, but also find some unique pieces.

N – Pieces they’ll actually love to wear for years and years and years.

M – The clothing industry at the moment …

N – Oh my god, it’s horrible.

M – It’s so awful… honestly, we just want to encourage people to buy second hand, and buy from people they can trust. Also, I’ve always loved to express myself through clothing, and I think buying vintage makes that so much more interesting.

N – It’s all about self expression and individual style, but it’s also about supporting sustainable fashion.

M – We want people to take control of the way they consume.