Summer lends itself to three-month long identity crises and getting so drunk in the garden of a friend two weeks before your eighteenth birthday….
Is it an exaggerated and romanticized description of one's self-written as though by a loved one, a disguised yearning for how one would like to be perceived and written about, or a narcissistic piece about a character's desire to be idealized and infatuated with?
a submission from aimee ferrier of poetry about exploration of self accompanied by photography featuring one of her best friends, may
Those who live by The Sea
can hardly form a single thought
of which The Sea would not be part
(Hermann Broch)
What am I but an emotional whore? Use me for what am I, but leave a piece when you leave. I beg of you.
what happens when we surrender all our aspirations and idealisms to summer and find that it fails to deliver? Shin Hui Lee draws upon the current atmosphere of #sadgirlsummer, analysing it as a vibe shift from #hotgirlsummer and likening/comparing it to the self-destructive aesthetics of Tumblr circa 2012 - 2014 Summer may not be able to make miracles happen, but that it can still be a fucking ball. An opportunity for us to release ourselves from the pressure of having fun under the sun at all costs, and to be okay with taking the time to heal and return to ourselves. Importantly, this is not a pessimistic post-Covid take on summer, but perhaps a realist one.”