Naked and afraid.Read More
“Everything you’ve ever snapped belongs to us now. K thanks.”Read More
Does selling-out exist anymore, or is it simply called surviving?Read More
Caracal is lukewarm, even with grass.Read More
We love the ’90s! …Way too much.Read More
“Climate change is real and it’s man-made.” – Big OilRead More
Caracal is lukewarm, even with grass.
FKA twigs is authentic, wildly talented, and completely unique. She’s a genuinely odd artist—and that’s what makes her so endearing.
These poems dig past saccharine descriptions of New York City from a traveler’s perspective, and look at the gloomy effects of the city’s isolation.
I keep recognizing people on the New York City subway, but I can’t be sure if I know them. Is this real, or am I seeing patterns in meaningless data?