Film Review: Annihilation (2018). The Uncanny Within.

After the success of his intense directorial debut, Ex Machina, Alex Garland creates a cinematic adaptation of Jeff VanderMeer’s first book from the Southern Reach Trilogy, Annihilation. The sci-fi thriller turns out to be a visually stunning exploration into the unknown, which in this case borrows the form of the

Laura Makabresku’s dark fairy tales

Polish self-taught fine art photographer Kamila Kansy, known as Laura Makabresku, draws inspiration from her strong, intimate connection to her native land – which she perceives as a mysterious realm of sinister fairy tales, in order to design a tragic world revolving around death, obscure eroticism, suffering, and human frailty.

Exhibition review: Alex Prager

Fascinated by the mysterious quality of the colour photographs of William Eggleston, a 20 year-old Alex Prager decided to buy a professional camera and dark room equipment in order to express herself creatively through images, in her quest for existential meaning. 18 years later, currently on show at the Photographers’

A poem: Face to face

Face to face: eyes locked, staring into each other; seeing your reflection in the dark lake of her iris. Hand on hand, praying together- not like those bible verses preach- no, praying to the abyss, hoping it won’t swallow you whole; understanding at first the irony and then the futility

the rarity of feeling

Every once in a while I wake up as someone else – in the same body with the same memories and the same gestures, seeing the same people, maybe going to the same places physically and yet, mentally, emotionally, a new world opens up within me – is it the

A poem: Unfiltered

Clinical, surreal emptiness. Chocolate-scented wood. Smell of new and non-alcoholic intoxication. Life as art for art’s sake. Neon light flickers as you blink infected by dizziness. No longer tone-deaf to the harmonies of your own soul, you don’t shrink for someone else to grow. An invisible corpse in the plastic

A Poem: Bloody act

Two bodies wrapped in an embrace in a tomb of glitter and frost- the blood lingers while they kiss, then it pours gently down the legs of the cradle surrounded by mist. The lake of tears reflects the moon of sorrow- trembling, fluid, unpredictable; their red eyes locked, unblinking, while eternity replaces the

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