Every individual has their own aesthetic, and this dictates the aura or environment that they try to cultivate around themselves. Yet, there seems to be a ‘mini-aesthetics’ movement developing and taking social media by storm.
A photo series by Nur Aishah Kenton
Everyone knows the name of Chanel Miller’s rapist; we know he could swim well, he liked steak, and that he went to Stanford. Yet, for a long time, we didn’t know Chanel’s name or all that she is: a writer, an artist, a poet, and a sister.
Memoir can do what the legal system can’t: it voices a survivor’s truth, untainted by doubt and toxic myths, to an audience who listens.
The rampant abuse of power by men in executive positions that #MeToo revealed, opened a new conversation about the intersection of gender and power.
Strength has long been seen through a masculine prism.
Racial fetishisation is covert sexualised racism.
The sad irony is that the self-care movement initially began as a reaction to institutional shortcomings in the treatment of marginalised communities—women of colour and women who identify as LGBTQIA+.
I just failed to accept that reality strips you to the bone
Reconciling these histories with my own existence here in Australia is surreal. I suppose it’s the jarring feeling of real people being delegated to some overarching label; of complex societies and cultures being summarised in a term; of a set of conflicts defined to a time period.