Peter left the house as I was slipping a screwdriver into the flaked hinge of an oyster, bracing myself against the corner between the stove and the wall. He yelled goodbye as the screen door slammed shut.
Do you think Wes Anderson has kids? The guy is asking this other guy sitting across the room. He's not asking you. He has hardly acknowledged your existence, even though you've been sitting next to him since the beginning of the party. Well, maybe that's not true. It can't be true. He must have at least nodded hello when you sat down.
Did you know that in some versions of Sleeping Beauty he rapes her awake? My date tells me this as if trying to truly understand me and spark some sort of interesting conversation on the nature of messed up fairy tale endings and the ways they may play out in contemporary expectations regarding romance, princes, and sleep.
A couple of guys at the home said she lured them to the cornfields at the edge of town spitting sugary promises between her few good teeth and sneaking peeks at their pleated bulges. Those same fogies would come back panting in the night, leaning hard on their walkers and crying wolf something about that witch bringing a rusty Fiestaware blade to their shriveled okra. I ain’t scared.
There was no green life inside of me, no bud pushing upward from my belly into words that made sentences, no reply to shout to my mother who was calling me from the kitchen, no flowers to paint over the empty wall of day, no question to ask. The birds would lend me nothing. They hoarded their song inside of them, hanging mutely in the trees outside my window, their voices growing heavy in their plump, little bodies.
We see the best versions of our outfitted selves in the work of the illustrator Isabelle Feliu. She draws women in clothes that feel alive, real, and playful.
Much like her collages, Andrea D'Aquino is a marvelously magical combination of talent. An artist without definitive labels, D'Aquino works as an art director, illustrator, and graphic designer. You probably recognize her wondrous work from her re-creation of Alice in Wonderland, which came out in September 2015.
Netherlands based illustrator, Jaime Jacob builds her work layer by layer. Many of pieces pay homage to her love of movies. Starting with black ink, then scanning in and adding color digitally, Jacob draws inspiration from vintage travel posters and childhood book covers. Each piece holds a story-like quality. With creatures and creepers, witches, and plants weaving their way through her work.
Have you ever looked over at a New York Times' illustration and thought, "Wow, I really love that?" The illustration was probably Keith Negley's. This Washington-based illustrator is a powerhouse. His work is often featured in publications across the country, and also has two of his own books available. Wrought with emotion, his illustrations often break the stereotype of macho men, reminding us all that we're human and it's okay to cry.
Alexandra Dvornikova's work is steeped in Russian folklore. Beautiful and haunting, her work takes you to the middle of a forest, deep in the dark of night, and asks you to wander there alone. We want to know everything we can about this forest of serene and cerebral ladies. Each illustration deserves a novel's worth of a story behind it—and maybe an orchestral score too.
When you’re here, you should check your idea of reading as a status symbol at the door and enjoy yourself. We prefer art that keeps it simple while packing a punch, and we think art and culture is best enjoyed with enthusiasm that hasn’t been dipped in ten-dollar words.
Our online magazine isn’t our print mag’s subordinate—it’s a living, breathing publication that’s accessible to anyone (with internet access) at any time at no cost. And by pairing all of our writing with art, we’re not just making our website pretty—we’re making reading more approachable on the whole.
The world’s full of misfits channeling their creativity in ways that give gatekeepers nightmares. Much as we’d like to tilt our heads toward the slush pile and default to the excuse of “we work with what we’re given,” that’s complacent, and complacency is uncool.