Words by Tess Astle Art by Emma Lucas
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?