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by Jubly-Umph

by Nikolaus Dolman

Forever falling
Cardboard etching & woodblock prints

by Jarrad Seng
Leopard and Cub
This was in the middle of a safari I had gone on through the Serengeti plains. We came across a lone leopard lurking around this tree. It had just hunted down some sort of beast. As we crept closer (in the Jeep), it stared right at us with these intense cold eyes. Our guide told us that we should leave and come back at the crack of dawn the next morning to hopefully see the leopard feasting in the tree.
So we returned in the morning to find the leopard and it’s cub frolicking in the tree. And suddenly I saw everything in a different light.

by Nick Alston


by Matthew Lahoud

First Love

by Raphael Villet

Yeah yeah yeah ok, you were my first love. I once pulled my hair out thinking about you (us).

In that car parked in the cul-de-sac… our bodies intertwined, my fingers flirted across your shirt, across your pants, failing to reach the skin hidden underneath. I bet it was colored cream and of course, so soft and you knew it too: just how much I betted.

Nine years later and I tell myself that I ain’t trippin’. I’ve finally found some skin that loves me oh boy it does, and I love her for real.

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by Charli Marshall

Technically, my ‘first love’ is my current partner whom I’m besotted with and intend to be with forever.

But it took a long time to get to this point, and in my life, each new man or woman that I encountered to be with intimately was, at the time, someone I thought I was in love with. When I think about it, I don’t think I was in love with anyone; I was in love with my life and anyone that came into it got swept up in any emotion I was feeling.

I was at my happiest between 2006 and 2009, in terms of stress free living, lack of responsibility and pressure. Everything I did, everyone I was with, I loved. Especially my friends. A circle of friends that no longer really exists. I think it was this circle of friends that was my ‘first love’. I loved each of them and I lament those days more than I miss any of my ex’s. That group dynamic, that relationship between us all. I took photographs and filmed us almost daily, doing nothing specific, just recording our existence. But to look back on, each and every clip holds a firm place in my heart. It’s a time in my life I wish to return to and it saddens me that it can’t ever be the same.

by Louise Hatton

This photo reminds me of my first love who would always turn up unexpected with flowers.

by Oliver Coakley

by Clea Garrick

Untitled (Hannah)

Dedicated to Hannah. I love you.

by Harry Reid Sadler