Tower Bridge-Wopping-Limehouse-Poplar-Canary Wharf, Thames Walk. North of the river.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. […]
Readings from “The Other Side of Paradise: A Memoir” Staceyann Chin is a phenomenal woman and poet. I think one of the most radical things a girl can do is […]
Window garden on Southbank. Constructing Space for thought in the city.
A letter I wrote to the guardian, based on my previous blog in response to an article written by Chitra Nagarajan “Femen’s obsession with nudity feeds a racist colonial feminism.” ”Woman […]
I wonder if the current debate that supports the demonization of politically active young feminists dispossesses these women of their agency and is infact an infiltration of the feminist discourse to meet the aims of a patriarchal structure that seeks to uphold itself, to meet its own ends.
I say this is the worst film I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen Terminator 5. At least that. No, I have nothing good to say about that. I saw it in a cinema complex surrounded next to an ASDA, in front of a McDonalds and a casino on the first week of a weight watchers diet. And yet, this zombie romance managed to suck harder.
When I found this album in my parents’ record collection I had a similar fit of obsession that I think was only ever surpassed by The Sound of Music, where […]
The other night I met up with a friend at a bar. As I went upstairs for a smoke, a good looking guy with a hair band, the sort that […]
Pussy Riot’s international success Photo by Eyþór Árnason / DV Words by Alfrun Gisladottir Jerking their limbs, wearing offensive clothing and conspiring to play a guitar. These are just a […]