Lifestyle - SPOT ON
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 […]
TITLE’S SPOT ON is a new format created by TITLE MAG featuring Valentina Vapaux. Its aim is giving young artists a voice and platform to reflect on current, cultural and creative topics. Aligned with the magazines philosophy about youth culture and making an impact, SPOT ON creates room for exploration outside of what classical media […]
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 […]
I don’t know what I am thinking. I am furiously confused. And hurt. But in a way, I do know. Why the circle of hurting and being hurt moves in streaks. It was nothing. Just a few soft words, between hundred apartments, between thousand houses, filled with millions of people. And each of them, started […]
Red Lights of the Future Red lights of the future Your skin smells Like fresh bread. Blood red clouds From a fast, distant world I look up And whisper with a trembling voice beneath the starry night The glowing stucco ceiling In the old building Like Life itself You talk about dancing, happy souls and […]
Little Odessa calmly lies along the Atlantic ocean coastline in southern Brooklyn. Once you set foot in this part of the borough you forget the yellow cabs and noisy sirens back in Manhattan. Cyrillic signs advertising thick white fur coats and beef Stroganoff cover the red-stone buildings on Brighton Beach Avenue. The bearded store owners […]
Blood streams out of my chest. My father was just shot in the driveway of my childhood home. A car is picking me up and drives me away from everything I have ever known. Flaming red high rise buildings are gleaming at me from beneath the avenue we are driving through. Black sirens start humming […]
I was sitting and reading in front of the Center Pompidou and waited for people I didn’t know and didn’t like. She had dark brown eyes and fluffy hair. She asked me if I spoke French. She apologized and I was touched by her nervousness. We started talking, and I knew immediately why she was […]
