I guess we first want to ask about the location. How did you choose it and why? Well, a big part of the decision was definitely convenience. I had to avoid getting caught so I chose a spot that was ea…
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“Stegosaurus”: a play about eating disorders and mental health at the VAULT Festival
Described as “emotion in its purest, most innocent form” from Broadway Baby and a “powerful drama” by The Sunday Times, “Stegosaurus” is a one-woman performance see…
Night
The moon on the sea has polished a mirror Etched its image in dull quicksilver The cicadas sing in the evening shadows As summer wanes and slowly mellows The night murmurs in bewitching charm Fills th…
Monsoon
I fell asleep all too soon Lulled by the quietening monsoon Pattering away on the roofs A thousand pairs of thundering hooves Down and down poured the sheets of rain Enough to render me insane The wor…
the art of old films
Old doesn’t mean the hard hitting box office slams of the 2000s or the love stories to the tune of Norah Jones albums from the 90s. It means black and white, shadows looming on walls, female protagoni…
Death of the Disposable
Over Christmas, in an attempt make the most of the short period of time between lectures and exams, I decided to restrict my social media usage. With Lent term exams looming and limited time to spend …
Conceptual Art in St Paul’s Cathedral
Every time I’ve walked past St Paul’s Cathedral, I’ve wanted to go in, but it was too late, or I had somewhere to be. Without making a point of visiting, I’m not sure I would have ma…
One Two Three Swing! in the Tate Modern
Imagine this: you walk into a bare, airy, grey hall. In the background, you can vaguely hear what seems like underwater sounds. You see an informational sign. It tells you that what you are experienci…
#metoo
Written by anon Before I go anywhere My parents always warn me about boys Be careful, they say Boys won’t keep their hands off you Don’t be too pretty Because even if the boys are wrong The consequenc…
problem child
When she was little she screamed. Shrieks stabbed at his ears in the nights and in the days he drank coffee. Cups and cups of coffee. He walked stumbling and talked mumbling and when he sat his eyelid…