Jessy Edwards I remember being very aware of the shape of my legs, even as a young girl. They were twice the thickness of my friends’. As we climbed trees lining the school field, one-by-one hoisting ourselves into the leaves, their legs – impossibly spindly to my eye – would delicately propel them up like mosquitoes on water. Meanwhile my strong, sturdy legs would boost … Continue reading MODERN LOVE: ME AND MY LEGS
The animals may be not be alive and well, but the art form definitely is. Anna Bradley-Smith delves into the weird and growing world of taxidermy. Coco holds out a dead duckling on a tray. Its small, fluffy body stands upright, ready to waddle away; its eyes are open and unblinking. Coco’s eyes are also open, unblinking, fixed on something to his right. Standing with … Continue reading THE UNDYING ART OF TAXIDERMY
We know when one door shuts, another opens; but two Bed-Stuy businesses have gone one up by sharing an entrance and letting the old and new come together. People are sitting under a leafy peach tree, some have wine, some coffee. Hanging shells swing in the breeze as the sun slices across the garden; J Dilla’s voice floats softly outside. You’d be forgiven for ordering … Continue reading A UNION FIT FOR A GODDESS
Two years ago I wrote this, pretty much to the day. Go to India. Do it. When people say India is in your face, they aren’t joking. Wafts of pollution, rubbish, excrement and delicious spice get up your nose. Tooting, shouting, music, calls to prayer and constant chattering permeate your ear drums. The extremes of poverty and wealth, colour, dirt and people spread as far as the eye can … Continue reading A TRIP FOR THE SENSES
Oh to be on South Beach. To watch the crowds, feel the music pumping from every bar down Ocean Drive. To see the skin and smell the margaritas. Oh to arrive at a hostel find a small café, a bar by the pool, loungers and palm trees galore. Oh to be in Miami. To have the sand stuck in the cracks and creases, to duck … Continue reading ODE TO MIAMI
It took me four months and five days to get a journalism job in New York. This isn’t an exceedingly long time to be jobless, but it is enough time to: Start to wonder if you might, in fact, be worthless to the world Make some observations about the job climate for journalists So, since I’m over the other side and again feeling like I’m on … Continue reading FINDING A JOURNALISM JOB IN NEW YORK AIN’T EASY
India is a country filled with colour and light, but like everywhere – there are shadows. Anna Bradley-Smith tells about being caught in the dark.
I could feel him beside me, driving slow enough to stay in line.
It was dark and there were only a couple of other men scattered on the street. One put out his rubbish and stepped back inside his gate. I wanted to call out, I could feel something wasn’t right. Less than a kilometre from home, I couldn’t have felt further away from locking my front door.