Words by Dinithi Perera Art by Xiaomei Yu
Talking to people is hard, period. Now insert a generation gap and having a genuine conversation can seem almost impossible.
Words by Lara Shearer Art by Jessie Liu
Here we are: the future. An era where our houses tell us the weather and turn our lights off, cash seems like an antique and we know what our favourite celebrity had for breakfast. At this rate, the world will be ruled by robots and Mark Zuckerberg by 2030.
Words by Maggie Zhou Photography by Navarre Fenwick
The 140-year-old landmark nestled in Melbourne’s heart is the largest open-air market in the Southern hemisphere. Taking up two city blocks, the Queen Victoria Market is not only Heritage-listed, but the instantly recognisable sheds are quintessentially Melbourne.
Written by Paige Athanasopoulos Art by Angharad Neal-Williams
When I was young, I thought that when I got married I’d obviously change my last name. My own surname is 14 letters long and despite it being phonetic, nobody can pronounce it, let alone spell it. I don’t even think I knew how to spell my own surname until I was in school, so I thought I would change my name to my husband’s, even if it was as conventional as Smith.
Words by Maggie Zhou Art by Kat Xiaoyang Pei
We’re a melting pot of cultures, a globalised world, an interconnected species. Between cultures, we share food, music and art. Many insist that clothes should also be freely shared. Yet clothes are not merely the threads and fabrics that physically make it up.
Words by James WF Roberts Art by Paloma Cenzano
What if your place of worship is not made of gold, does not have four walls, and is not filled with portraits and tapestries, statues and pews? What if instead, your place of worship is a giant sandstone formation, almost 350 metres high, 863 metres above sea level, with most of its bulk lying underground like an iceberg, and has an overall circumference of nearly 10 kilometres?