silence from somewhere

colonial cyborg

flight

when the lights go out....

walking the fuck away

papa-paparazzi

just a fucking name

anyone's ghost

seeing people

Lisa Frangs


Nick Plowman

nothing more, really

Photo taken by Amirah T.

Concept: PJ Waugh

Thought: I am dead to the world, the social body mediates my thoughts. nothing more, than a dead man, really.

this is where i dance, this is where i walk

just watching

reaching out to an old friend

organisation and coffee

attacked by a woman

bedouin, zebra, jasmine

a man of shadows/light

the queerest tea party

bitch waiting... always waiting

here is a zebra for ya

jacarandas

i am nothing but a [fucked up] clown

raise your flag [there is no buddha here]

we walked the streets

it rains once in awhile

different shades of the same wall [slight alterations of space]

just hanging around

a contemporary lighthouse

mental guard

angsty, much?

hidden, or gone

it's all about the hair, innit?

i'm just as confused as you are

noodle or a string theory

insomnia, or is it the next morning already

this could be a flag

you're as dead as i am

i'm a princess, bitch

when coloured hair attacks

my city

where the fuck were we going?

the nazi burden

watching, waiting, never really gaining

institution: school, church, house

a hill, a mountain, concept free

field, no concept

distance

sierra. charlie. oscar. tango. tango.