
Alternative Realities with Jenn Ban
For this week's edition of Alternative Realities the Filipino-American artist Jenn Bann shot an editorial from her home in California.
For this week's edition of Alternative Realities the Filipino-American artist Jenn Bann shot an editorial from her home in California.
She is Black, she is Muslim, she is fat, a Plus Size Hijabi model a role model and so much more
As the days go by in self-quarantine, too many to count at this point, I’m starting to realize how weirdly connected I feel to the world. Everybody’s screen time has probably doubled and I’m seeing many artists and creators in their natural habitat. I see that mostly through the numerous live streams I’ve discovered. Some […]
The day we met the first time, we didn’t really talk but /there was something about you that made me ask you out/ you must have liked me, since you’ve asked my friend for my number/. “Maybe we could grab a beer or a coffee sometime?” A few days later, we meet at /the train […]
Australia is burning but these women have found a way to raise money by smartly using patriarchal structures.
To understand what Kanye is going through currently we have to understand his disorder first.
Snowstorms are blowing outside as I get smaller and smaller. A bathtub filled with tears rests quietly in the white house surrounded by drowsy dreams of suburbia. Candles are illuminating the dark. My head lies above the surface, and I feel like I am drowning. I am twelve years old, and Lana Del Rey is […]
German actor Benny Opoku-Arthur opens up about what its like to be Black in German television and the clichés you face
First of all, I would like to say that everything is described very subjectively in the following article. I try to make you understand how I dealt with this previously unusual situations and how I fought my very own demon. No, I am not a psychologist, nor have I been able to enjoy such education. […]
It’s a little bit depressing. The pain that it caused between the darkness of the night and the brightness of the blue lamp was too big, too grueling, and maybe too true. Clouds pass by as my face hangs on the window sill. A glimpse of blue is visible for what must have been the […]