"DÉSIRES ABSTRAITS” By: Jennette Laven || Is an exploration into one woman’s sexual psyche through the isolated and abstract depths of her mind. Flashes of strange erotic scenes begin to manifest. It is a viewing and acquiring of her subconscious arousal, dipped in crimson, an emboldened and violent female color the subject identifies with. She sinks in and let’s it take her where she has kept it buried — in a place absent of need and want, where there is no room for others. She tastes the forbidden fruit and begins to fuse with this unknown self, becoming red.
"Tail Between My Legs” By: Alana Derksen Is A 40 page photo diary touching on Alana’s intimate experience with spiritual malady, sex abuse and suicide. Often alluding to intimacy problems, isolation, and crippling self-hatred, these photographs intend to uncover her experience from the outside looking in without the crutch of alcohol and opioids. Edition of 75
"Eternal Hatred Sofia” By: Alexander Peli is a photographic project focusing on an Eternal Derby, the Levski vs CSKA football match at Vasil Levski Stadium. A connection is made between sport fanaticism, identity, brotherhood, and fascist/racist ideologies attached to Bulgarian/Balkan football that are hated, tolerated and in some cases celebrated. Edition of 75
The first publication from The London Vagabond, 'Rats In The Wall' is a visual diary shot post release from prison while still being restricted to a 7pm - 7am curfue. All the images are shot within the confines of his own home within a four month period.
Self-published A5, 32 full colour pages, printed onto 170gsm recycled paper with a 250gsm uncoated cover. Second edition, Limited print run of 60 copies hand signed and numbered..
When I think of my adolescence, I think of climbing over fences, getting beaten up, beating people up, watching porn with mates, walking for hours to explore an abandoned house, getting chased by the police and getting away. I think about all those long nights coming home at 3am and my mum being sad because she knew what I was doing. Drinking stupid amounts of rubicon until my tongue was orange. Holding my finger over the date on the child travelcard so we could get countless night buses around the city. Buying my first pair of 90’s and ruining them. All those hours writing the same four letters over and over. Stealing ink so we could stick n’ poke stupid shit on each other. Moshing to my mates bands in the backroom of pubs. I remember my mum crying in the dock as I got sent to prison and all my friends waiting outside the court room. Getting head on the tube home. Looking at pictures of friends that are now just strangers. Just not giving a fuck about what people thought of me.Read More
PHOTOS BY: MIKE KRIM