Blue skies, maybe ice cream…
As they never say on Game of Thrones: Spring is coming. And, since there's no longer snow for building snowmen, busy yourself with a choice selection of our latest content instead.
SHOOT – SWEET LIKE CANVEY
The only way is Canvey: sportswear by the sea.
FIRST PERSON – HIGH FASHION, LOW LIFE
Three years ago I decided to stop modelling. And let me tell you why: I hated it.
I was first scouted as a gangly teenager excitedly browsing Top Shop in Oxford Circus. A lady approached me in black shades. On this chance encounter, I transitioned from a fourteen-year-old preening in front of a mirror to dreaming about myself as a woman adored by the camera. My parents were sceptical, but I was too enthused to back down. I didn’t know what it meant to be a model. I only knew that my friends found it cool.
INTERVIEW – ANGUS & JULIA STONE
Indie folk siblings Angus and Julia Stone dropped into Disorder Towers for tea (Angus), coffee (Julia) and a photo shoot. The on-again, off-again pair is back with a fourth album, Snow, begun on the slopes of Zermatt, Switzerland.
SHOOT – LOUNGE ACT
A vintage realm of floral fancy and lush loungewear, curated by photographer Kerry Curl.
NINE THINGS – CREATORS WHO REGRETTED THEIR INVENTIONS
Creativity is the fuel of art from the sappiest pop song to the epic-iest sci-fi film, via the confusing stuff in art galleries and the mixed bag of the catwalk. But not every creator gets it right – even God, who left pot growing naturally all over our planet giving humans the impression they should smoke it. But it gets worse. Oliver Horton documents nine times it got worse and regret got the better of creatives.
SOUNDCHECK – THE VAN T'S
Named for guitar-wielding originators and twins Hannah and Chloe Van Thompson (and not a certain brand of skate shirts), The Van T’s make lyrical grunge that will twist your spleen. In an exclusive SoundCheck session, the Scottish foursome – featuring bassist Joanne Forbes and Shaun Hood on drums – emphasise charm and thunder, before chatting gigs, surf-rock and bathing in (fake) blood.
