Greetings from Texas
America, the first postcolonial nation, is made of squares. It’s among the angular continents, with fake borders, straight lines, someone else’s perfect shapes. And every postcolonial state from Kenya to Kansas must question: what is our culture? We have a name, a group of people, some lines on
Greetings from Depoe Bay
To my retroactive dismay, I believe I’ve had a nihilistic summer. With what felt like endless time spent languishing in my own solitude, spinning out over the impossible quagmires of love, career, and selfhood, I managed to whittle my beliefs to a single point. The Answer, if you will. The intangi
Greetings from Cairo
After about a week in Cairo, my host, and by that point friend, Walid, asked me if the city matched my expectations. ‘It’s hard to say,’ I replied. ‘I didn’t really have a clear picture in my head before I arrived.’ Yes, I had skimmed through a travel book and looked a few things up, [&h
Greetings from Cotonou, Benin
Editor’s Note: the author has used a number of French words throughout the text. These are denoted by an asterisk, which corresponds to an explanatory footnote at the bottom of the page. Like all language students, I began my second year at Oxford by attending an informational sessio
Ballad of a bad bisexual woman
Every time over the last few years that I’ve found myself smitten or stressed or exasperated with a man, it’s occurred to me that I have, in some ways, been doing my sexuality backwards. Traditionally, a woman at university might find in her time there what posh boys for most of history ha
Medieval Clowns in the Style of Matisse, and Other Works Not By Me
Choose any subject matter, any medium, any colour palette, any artist’s style. Now go! This is what DALL-E offers. A ‘text-to-image’ generator, this artificial intelligence programme is for images what ChatGPT is for text, and it is unsurprisingly blaring a big Code Red in the art world. Type
The Last Hurrah: an interview with legendary photographer Dafydd Jones.
Dafydd Jones is a documentary photographer who launched his career in the eighties with his photo series ‘Bright Young Things’ for the Sunday Times. Throughout the early eighties, he documented the raucous balls, black tie dinners and boat burnings of Oxford’s upper echelons, photographing the
Artist of the Week: Lydia Free
Lydia is a second-year at Keble studying Italian and Linguistics. In MT22, she co-founded Peach Productions and had her directorial debut with Wishbone. In HT23, she went on to direct Every Brilliant Thing, and last week finished directing Hedda Gabler, which sold out two days before opening nig
Enemies of the Slate: a glance into a life of lying and protein shakes
The stereotypical student must live in rat-infested quarters, survive on PotNoodle, and often tragically turn to side hustles like tutoring and OnlyFans, rather than spend time on more important ventures like making LinkedIn connections and going to Park End. I was that student, until I found out ab
