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The Nausea Editorial Hideyuki Hayashi photography Greg Adamski - Model Irina at Bareface

The Nausea, a photo editorial by Greg Adamski and Hideyuki Hayashi

“I jump up: it would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out and there’s no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns: ‘I have to fi. . . I ex. . . Dead . . . M. de Roll is dead . . . I am not … I ex. . .’ It goes, it goes . . . and there’s no end to it…” from La Nausée by Jean-Paul Sartre. Photography by Greg Adamski, art direction and styling Hideyuki Hayashi, hair and makeup Britta @ MMG,  model Irina @ Bareface Dress and crown Saint Laurent, ring and lip piercing Maria Black Jewelry   T-shirt Saint Laurent, lip piercing Maria Black Jewelry Dress DKNY, lip piercing Maria Black Jewelry Jacket Saint Laurent  

The Time In Between, a photo editorial by Tiffany Nicholson

“Over the years there have been many times when my destiny has delivered me unexpected moments, unforeseen twists and turns that I’ve had to handle on the fly as they appeared. Occasionally I was ready for them; very often I wasn’t. Never, however, was I so aware of entering a new stage as I was that afternoon in October when I finally dared to cross the threshold and my steps sounded hollowly in the unfurnished apartment. Behind me was a complicated past, and in front of me, like an omen, I could see a space opening out, a great empty space that time would take care of filling up. But with what? With things, and affections. With moments, sensations, and people: with life.” — from “The Time In Between” by María Dueñas. Photo editorial by NYC-based photographer Tiffany Nicholson. Stylist Natalie Washuta outfitted model Bruna Buenos (Muse NYC) in vintage pieces from Ramble Clothing and vintage Oscar de la Renta, Hair and Makeup Amanda Wilson.        

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MAD NYC, What Have We Done, The Catastrophe of Homelessness

— An exclusive photo editorial piece by photographer Alberto Alcocer. Words by Maya Amoah. Images below were shot in New York City and Madrid.  It’s 2 AM and the lights of Time Square brilliantly shine like no other place in the world. Pixelated images in every direction flash before the eyes of both tourists and New Yorkers alike and if this doesn’t keep them transfixed, the juggling street busker who breathes fire surely does. On a sunny day in hot July, children eagerly lap up melting sundaes and chow on some Coney Island chili fries, strolling the sand dusted boardwalk with mama and old Pops. “Isn’t life grand, dear?” Mom whispers into dad’s ear as she sweetly kisses his head. Indeed it is, for those who can afford it. Nestled under the steps of a merry go round just meters from the Coney Island boardwalk lives an invisible man. His decrepit figure and hapless fortune has deemed him unseen to society, yet he is just 1 of over 60,000 New Yorkers who hold membership to this impoverished underworld. “It wasn’t …

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Sounds of Endless Charging, Adam Kaszewski by Hadar Pitchon

“The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental voices, that of ocean is the most awesome, beautiful, and varied. For it is a mistake to talk of the monotone of ocean or of the monotonous nature of its sound … Every mood of the wind, every change in the day’s weather, every phase of the tide – all these have subtle sea musics all their own … the continuousness of it, sound of endless charging, endless incoming and gathering, endless fulfillment and dissolution… Above the tumult, like birds, fly wisps of watery noise, splashes and counter splashes, whispers, and seethings… The seas are the heart’s blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of the earth’s veins … Consider the marvel of what we see. Somewhere in the ocean, perhaps a thousand …

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Girls In Town And A Book By Oscar Wilde

All images by NY-based photographer Roeg Cohen, hair by Dana Boyer at Art Department using Bumble and Bumble and makeup by Allie Smith at Sarah Laird & Good Company. Shot at Lick Studios. Tamara at Muse Management “…It is the last thing left in me, and the best: the ultimate discovery at which I have arrived, the starting-point for a fresh development.  It has come to me right out of myself, so I know that it has come at the proper time.  It could not have come before, nor later.  Had any one told me of it, I would have rejected it.  Had it been brought to me, I would have refused it.  As I found it, I want to keep it.  I must do so.  It is the one thing that has in it the elements of life, of a new life, Vita Nuova for me.  Of all things it is the strangest.  One cannot acquire it, except by surrendering everything that one has.  It is only when one has lost all things, that one knows that …

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Strelka Press: Architecture, Design, and a New Kind of Book

Strelka Institute has its headquarters on an island in the Moscow river — but for all that their programs resemble the troubled city surrounding them, they may as well be on an island in the middle of the ocean. Design is business; Strelka operates as a nonprofit. Academia is fractured into specialized niches; Strelka students reject discipline, sharing a single course of study with roots in architecture and art, but calling itself by neither title. And most importantly, while Publishing is dying, Strelka Press is thriving. Since launching an initial series of print and ebooks in 2012 from a curated group of writers with urbanism backgrounds, the press has continued to produce a steady stream of beautifully designed books — touching on subjects as diverse as the Internet of Things and the linked histories of Soviet architecture in Russia and China. I’ve never thought that I need to study only to get a profession. —Natasha Kupriyanova, Strelka student While the books themselves are engaging on their own merits (and bound by a minimal 2.0 graphic …

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THE LOVERS AND A POEM BY LEONARD COHEN

“You have the lovers, they are nameless, their histories only for each other, and you have the room, the bed, and the windows. Pretend it is a ritual. Unfurl the bed, bury the lovers, blacken the windows, let them live in that house for a generation or two. No one dares disturb them…” -Poem by Leonard Cohen. Photographs by Jason Henley, stylist Janai Anselmi & Jo Ayling @ Janai Anselmi Rebecca wears Emma Mulholland Splash! Sweater, Emma Mulholland Mr Squiggle Jeans. Sab wears Zoe Karssen ‘Poisoned Lovers’ sweater, Models own leather jacket Rebecca wears Cameo shirt, MLM mesh bra ‘Moondance’ dye T from Surf Dive ‘n’ Ski Tessa wears bronze metal yarn knit Willow, black leather bra Caslazur.   “Their eyes are closed, as tightly as if heavy coins of flesh lay on them. Their lips are bruised with new and old bruises. Her hair and his beard are hopelessly tangled. When he puts his mouth against her shoulder she is uncertain whether her shoulder has given or received the kiss. All her flesh is …