Words by Lauren Rosenberg Art by Bridget Melville
Havin’ a fair dinkum chat with local designer Lara Irachev.
Words by Lauren Rosenberg Art by Bridget Melville
Havin’ a fair dinkum chat with local designer Lara Irachev.
Words by Harrison Johnstone Art by Pauline Maderazo
A literal fuck-load of handjobs per day.
Words by Edward See Yuen Wong Art by Dedrey Erng
Theoretically, you could be paying for a threesome, but by the time you climax your coin will only be worth a sad handjob.
Photography by Gemma Arnold
A bright, floral and flirty shoot exploring the human form in both subtle and striking ways. Delving into the beauty of nature through the body and bold floral imagery.
Words by Samuel Barson Art by Elyse Willemsen
Popping the cherry. Swiping the V card. Dropping the skittle. Losing your virginity.
Words and photography by Maggie Zhou. … Style Edit: Monash University
Meet Giulia Frat. … A Moment with Morosa Jewellery
Quinn Ryan: app designer by day, illustrator for her Instagram account, Riding In Cabs With Boys, by night. … Riding In Cabs With Boys
Lo and behold folks, ‘tis the season. … Your Guide to Festival Season
No matter where you are in the world, most individuals can relate to the feeling of having a defining characteristic that separates them from the supposed norm. … Mixed Race? Yes. Mixed Up? No.
From the time I was growing up until now, I have never considered my self-esteem to be sky-high. … A Social Media Blossom
To say the least, she made me fucking miserable. … She
A poem by Em Osborne. … Anachronism
We all have parts of our bodies we don’t like. But, it’s a whole different ball game when that body part you don’t like is classified as a clinical disease. … Scoliosis, Straight Up
A good goal in life is to try and build yourself up to be a better person than you were the day before. … The Fight To Self-Love
I always hated having red hair as a kid.
What’s your number? The double entendre I fear the most.
How do you know when a politician is lying? Their lips are moving. I’ve heard this joke more times than I can count.
Here’s hoping that one day their innocent love will break down the institutions that bind them.
At first I thought she might have been on her period but quickly realised what had actually happened – my fabled banjo string had snapped!