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Tory Crimes Against Cinematography
As this glorified JCR election of a Tory leadership contest heaves its way into a second month, the nation will be treated to the unedifying public spectacle of two Oxford alumni flirting with the Conservative Party membership. It’s all a bit Love Island, for retired bigots. However, if you swallo
“It could be the next Tiananmen Square”
Last Thursday, a throng of students and staff gathered outside the Rad Cam to protest the proposed Extradition Law Amendment Bill in Hong Kong. It’s a silent protest, reflecting the pacifism of the activists these people follow closely in the press. Still, quiet conversations patter beneath umbrel
WOMEN IN COLOUR
See full photo essay here. Photography by Kirsty Fabiyi and Antonio Perricone. Production and Words by Leela Jadhav. Featuring Toni Busuttil, Eliza Chee, Daffodil Dhayaa, Henna Khanom, Jiaqi Kang, Karishma Paun, Keisha Asare, Laila March, Mrinmoyee Roy, Myra Ali, Nohely Peraza, Rache
It’s Not Just A Game
During a trip in 2018 by Fifa’s president, Gianni Infantino, to Iran, 35 women were arrested for trying to enter a stadium for a match between Persepolis and Esteghlal. Julia Pilkington I only started playing a year ago but I really love it. I feel like learning and falling on my arse and m
Unity in the Face of Imminent Climate Collapse
Roger Hallam is a wiry man – slim but tough. He has dark eyebrows, eyes sunk deep in their sockets, and wisps of hair either side of his face. He’s married, a father. What stands out the most though, when he starts to speak, is that somewhere – not too far beneath the surface – […]
Soulmate
Soulmate makes me think of dover sole these days. Happily Ever After has gone stale One and Only, Forever and Ever — they smell foul, smug, over-fed, their appeal expired. Instead, my mind is reeling with threads they tell me must be cut clean one day. You say they have to snap and strain but
Chloe in August
We wake together, downy arms interwoven over warm summer stomachs. She rises first, slips from bed to bask at the window’s shrine to midday sun. Wayward strands of butterscotch hair glare blonder still in the wake of sun’s flooding. She sheds a skin of cotton vest, shorts, steps into last
