OrigiNation: Return to HHI
After years of defeat, a hip-hop dance company is determined to succeed when they attempt the biggest international dance competition in the world for the third year in a row.
Beauty of Cultures
Found in the photo is miniature tribal kenyan mask, made by hand it is often kept as decoration to some but in its craft contains the skill of a powerful and rich history - Follow mathiskphotography on instagram for more.
Other women are NOT competition
I saw this on Instagram last year and had to take part! See those rolls, that cellulite, my patchy tan and small marks that cover my body? They make me, ME. Another woman’s beauty does not define yours- it shouldn’t have the ability to decrease your confidence or self worth. We are supposed to support and build each other up no matter what, and be a positive ally for all women. The toxic natur...
Surfacing
When you were ten or so do you recall the blinding sting and hush of weary gulls?
Dark water muffled the world above and youbreathed your first mouthfulof salt.A heavy weight,you were deadas debris, dead arms, dead legs, a sun-bleached shell.Entangled, congealed, floating a mass of serpentine green, with flecks of brown and red under you went and surged up, born again hair slick, thick wi...
Dark Rainbow
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Our Favourite SMPLE Films So far
Animation, Charlie Kaufman once helpfully observed, “is a series of static images creating the illusion of movement.” If he's that incisive about his own work, what would he make of yours? SMPLE Film Fest is moving faster than expected, and it’s left us a little animated. Okay, more than a little. A fair bit. Fuel for our playful side, like we’re taking cues from Steamboat Willie whistling at t...
Ode to the Women I Am
Some nights I don blonde hair, the next I will mask as another. This time I might be so charming or a me I have yet to uncover.
In the morning, I’ll be someone new: a better, more sensible me. She will dress smarter and speak much more eloquently.
She’ll not forget the woman she was the night before – remembers her light with fondness, envies her playfulness in amour.
They locked eyes for an mo...
The Treadmill to A Beautiful Nowhere
“It’s cars and cans left!” yells a man on my phone. “Mug going crazy, Jeep going backwards . . . Bugatti in the front with 7 UP . . .” The race is halfway through. Tins clink and tiny wheels screech in a four-way battle for global adoration. We’ve already had a shocker. Barely two seconds in, every Tape contender was knocked and flattened, leaving the contest like they couldn’t wait to be bac...