Words by: Beatrice Hon-Jacobs (She/her) In the hellscape of late-stage capitalism, where any critique or rebellion is absorbed, neatly packaged, and sold back to you, what can we learn from… Read More »No Future, No culture: BrewDog as a commodified souvenir of Punk.
Words: Anaїs Silva (she/her) every time I hear this story, I remember being little and walking around that village with my mum and seeing her point out the bridge, the… Read More »Storytelling Souvenirs
Words by: Tom Cran (he/him) Despite it being a one-man army in the kitchen, everyone still fills up the cramped space, chatter of offering to help, filling up whatever space… Read More »Food is everything we are
Words: Alice McCloskey (she/her) I cling to my moments of hate; they’re a reminder of the forgiveness of a love that was once close, once constant. I always hated those… Read More »I Hate You, But I Hate You More Now That You’re Gone
Words by: Sarah McCready (she/her) I also cannot imagine anywhere else I may find a gorilla mask sold with such a welcoming smile. The Barras identity is carved deep. In… Read More »The Barras: Where Innovation Greets Tradition
Words by: Gemma Sawyer (she/her) Reckoning with the past does not have to detract from a building’s fleeting external beauty, but it serves as a reminder that with beauty, not… Read More »I’m Scared The Walls Will Talk Because I Don’t Know What They’ll Say
Words: Deepanjana Biswas (she/her) Memories of love and the remains of mortality heap into the sensibilities of this soil, creating a composition which can never fully be translated. ‘When we… Read More »Do you remember? Machair and the Geological Composition of Memory
Words: Maya Price (she/her) A planet riddled with injustice doesn’t have to be how others find us. From footprints and fossils, to the genetic lineage responsible for the feathery faces… Read More »Can You Find Me? Notes from the Anthropocene
Words: Urvi Goyal (she/her) Cultural landmarks should be treasured, not treated as disposable goods allowed to survive only in photographs or memory; mementos of a nation destined to fade and… Read More »Take a Picture It’ll Last Longer
Words: Stella Small (she/her) These souvenirs – the annotations, the essay collections, the spines facing outwards – all become proof not of the experience, but the fact that you were… Read More »I Think, Therefore I am