feature: bookends




"Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you"

credits:

photography: alistair edwards
styling: clementine
words: 'bookends' by simon and garfunkel

if the walls could talk.

credit: demi cambridge

plume.

by shey marque

Flesh shimmers in the powder white
turquoise pours over shoulder lakes
black silk slides where sighs begin
mirage in the night of Toulouse-Lautrec

Turquoise pours over shoulder lakes
trace my contours in slow motion
mirage in the night of Toulouse-Lautrec
sense of me in the boudoir rouge


it don't matter to the sun.


credit: felicity photography


an open letter to the man getting a sex change.

by charlotte guest

Hi.
My name is Charlotte. You may know me from such things as The Little Athletics Newsletter: April, 2006 and That Place You Buy God-awful Coffee From.

I've heard many things about you, but mostly I've heard that you're becoming a woman.

Please forgive the whispers. We're a small place, and this is the most exciting thing to happen since the shop got painted a controversial tangerine.