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Two poems about love and desire.

Photo by John Cobb When London-based intercultural theatre company, Border Crossings, invited me to the opening night of their latest production about Syrian refugee women, I was immediately invested. I found myself at Hoxton Hall last week eagerly looking forward to a night that would transport me to a sensorily and culturally rich experience of the Levant. ‘Suppliants of Syria’ is a modern retelling of Aeschylus’s Greek tragedy, ‘Suppliants', one of the earliest classics to

Photo by Bence Szemerey via Pexels (licensed under the Pexels Licence ) A century after the genre first haunted the silver screen, Gothic sensibilities and traditions have crept back into cinema, uncannily suited to express the anxieties of the 2020s. While some Gothic monsters remain the most recognisable figures in literature and film, these stories have always been less about the monsters themselves than about the systems and histories that give rise to them. From the ec

Harrowing to watch and impossible to ignore, Guy Trevellyan’s Plastic Surgery is an unflinching look at the pollutive waste within us all.

The music swells and I am elated that such raw sincerity has slipped into my life, leaving me blinded by the humanity we all share. I am feeling capable of being open and raw to the world around me. Then the video restarts.

In the tube station, I stumbled upon an advertisement for a “friend.”

There is something energising about arriving at a London Fashion Week show while the city carries on as usual - people cutting through Hyde Park, rushing to escape the rain, the tube packed as always. No one expects London to slow down for fashion week. Inside St John’s Church, though, the atmosphere definitely shifts. Art Hearts Fashion feels approachable, but the runway still carries weight. The concept is straightforward: a curated showcase of designers from different coun

Over the last thirty years, Resident Evil has been chasing the perfect balance between action and survival horror, and this time, they got it just right.

Overcaffeinated, overwhelmed, determined. The studio disappears beneath fabric swatches, annotated sketches, and reminders of deadlines looming just around the corner.

Photo by Charlie Hardy Emerging from Newcastle, Australia, dust have built a reputation for intense, unpredictable music that blends jagged post-punk with elements of experimental jazz and electronics. Formed in 2020 by drummer Kye Cherry, bassist Liam Smith, saxophonist Adam Ridgway and dual vocalists and guitarists Justin Teale and Gabriel Stove, the band first came together during lockdown, using the time to shape a sound that is as confrontational as it is cathartic. Sev