The sea is not my sadness. It just distills my current state. The joy in my heart that’s lifting me up, it amplifies with every effortless crest at high tide; if I’m down in the dumps, it lets me grieve with every trough at low tide. The sea sets me free. The sea is not […]
x Read more xWhen you touched the top of the curve of my ass I counted all the times I’d been scared to ask for this When you skirted past the first three quarters of an inch I thought of my last lover and the way his fingers felt When you slid down some more I knew the […]
x Read more xMediocrity is underrated. We’ve grown up in an age that makes it almost criminal to be normal. We idolize perfection, we think it is the only way we can ever be loved. Think of the last time you made a memory that warms you up on cold winter nights. Was it watching Sex and the […]
x Read more x“If it is love, you’ll make it.” is something I heard very often during my long distance relationship. It also happened to be my first ‘serious’ relationship – and it lasted exactly eighteen months. Truth is it was love, but we didn’t make it. With overwhelmingly positive pop-up posts flooding our Facebook timelines every day, […]
x Read more x“We don’t need feminism,” said a friend suddenly, making me wonder why I’d never had that conversation with him before. “We don’t need feminism, we need equality.” And then, ten minutes later, “…would you believe that stupid motherfucker?” A seemingly endless argument ensued, he wouldn’t budge and neither would I. And then I realized that […]
x Read more xIt can hit you out of nowhere – scrolling through your feed when you stumble upon a post they shared, sitting on a quiet park bench when a specific memory happens to cross your mind, sometimes even in the middle of lazy day dreams – and with a jolt that starts somewhere in the recess of […]
x Read more xDear Aba, I can still smell the jasmine in the balcony of your house that midnight, as I tried to make sense of things. The evening was as average as any other. I remember sitting on the couch with the TV on as usual when the phone rang. “Aba’s had a fall again, you’d better […]
x Read more xOn a hot summer morning, I stood in front of the mirror in black tights and my favorite shirt. My hands shook a little; I smoothed my hair and fussed with my braid. I laughed at my nervousness, but maybe I had every right to be a trifle scared. It had been two years since […]
x Read more xIoana Cristina Casapu is the Managing Director of Berlin Art Parasites. Journalist, creative director and fashion photographer. She began experimenting with Polaroid film in 2013. Her work was featured in Cake Magazine (UK), Confashion (PL), JUTE (US), Polaroid of the Day (ES), Feature Shoot, Cultartes and others. She is the co-owner of Retro Future media […]
x Read more xCONS Fame doesn’t equal money – Despite the 10,000 likes, 2,000 comments, and 1,000 shares on your posts, you may be broke. Many of my fellow writers are moonlighting two-three jobs just to put food on the table. Besides, you’re not famous, okay? Maybe your article gets recognized online and celebrities on instagram […]
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Painting by Catrin Walz Stein
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