The Arts—a dying art
It’s not much of a secret that myself and a conservative backbencher wouldn’t see much eye-to-eye but I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sure his party are driving a bulldozer through something I rather love. The…
It’s not much of a secret that myself and a conservative backbencher wouldn’t see much eye-to-eye but I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sure his party are driving a bulldozer through something I rather love. The…
Recently I’ve been dabbling with what would otherwise be called art because I’ve got little else to describe it as—but when is Art, Art? As I develop as a human, turning more adult by the…
Ego, Ego I got one, you got one, and now we equal Sometimes it makes you trip out on your people Sometimes it has connotations of evil Sometimes niggas call on it when they need…
From the land of mispronounced words came a chair so modernist it was just strange enough to be iconic—IKEA’s Poäng Chair (ee-key-yah’s po-eng ch-air) If the image you are seeing above this confuses you, then I…