Self-Care 101

Words by Enya Sullivan Art By Vera Rajamaa Self-care is a word that’s becoming more and more common in our vocabulary, especially on social media. We’re flooded with images of healthy food, bath bombs, and beauty rituals  captioned with the words ‘self-care’ and ‘love yourself’. I don’t doubt that these small rituals ought to be…

Holiday Romance: A Tale of Two Hearts and a TV Crew.

Words by Heather Renton Art by Amarens Eggeraat (IG- @handsomebeautyfan22) I don’t know why this story has suddenly resurfaced. I’ve found myself telling it to four different people this week and now I’m even writing it up- making it available for future generations to read and laugh at. It’s a tale of expectation, love, disappointment, frustration,…

AGP: New singles, a review and a chat

By Bella Spencer The summer is coming (despite the rain’s best attempts to dampen our spirits and our BBQs) which means it’s time to start tinkering away at those playlists to accompany your late night hangouts. Before you strain your brain thinking of the first track, look no further than the new singles from AGP….

Pepsi and the Diversity Checkbox

Words and art by Joey Parker Advertising is a difficult industry to work in. I used to underestimate how every little aspect of the work we created would influence the general population in some way or another. Advertising relies on a connection with the consumer and whilst advertising agencies are painted as villainous corporations it’s…

A Hole in the Head: The Serendipity of Losing Your Mind

Words by Bella Spencer Art by Harrison Buchanan The year was 1848, and the accepted dogma of neuroscience was Phrenology- the idea that the shape of the skull correlated to character and mental ability. However, on the the 3rd of September a horrific accident altered the understanding of neuroscience forever. During a routine procedure to…

A Period Drama: Why we need to start talking openly about menstruation

Written by Heather Walswalchdevries Art by Elena Chabbi “I might shower tonight,” I told my friend and colleague Scott. “Whoa, is that time of the month again?!” He replied, referring to the ongoing joke that my sense of hygiene is severely underdeveloped, and that if I was a Sim the little thing above my head would…