George Wilson, Julie-Anne Pugh, Mollie Vickers, Rose Edwards,

Elsa Kostic, Emily Prior-Such, Jennifer Lee, Ruby Lee, Simon Turner,
Margaret Leyva, Leticia Gicovate, Rose Hohl, Maria Alzamora.

ISSUE ONE

everything but the kitchen sink.

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Mollie Vickers Prior-Such Rose Edwards
Simon
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Julie-Anne
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George
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Jennifer
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Leticia
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Maria Alzamora

Margaret Leyva
Ruby Lee

Elsa Kostic
 issue one.

We started with the word: appetite.

An innate driving force ingrained into us that tempts us,
manipulates us, lures us, motivates us and fills us with joy.
We ask you, our readers, to interpret this as you please,
think big or small, literal or lateral. we hope you’re hungry.
What are you craving? What are you hungry for? What fills
you up? What drags you out of bed at 7 in the morning?

What does appetite mean to you?

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 What does it take for us to be truly satisfied? It’s 9:45am and in my ten
minutes scrolling through Instagram I’ve been flooded with the highlights
of people ‘living their best lives’. From the pictures of students jumping
for joy outside the best-looking building on campus accompanied by
the deeply unfunny ‘thank god DISS is over’ cliché, to the 5 people
‘finding themselves’ in South East Asia, exuberance is edited into high
contrast, ignoring the trials in achieving these realities. The crying in
fear of handing in an awful essay, and the exhaustion at being stuck on
a road side with no money for a rickshaw is erased, people ‘face tuning’
their lives into a glossy show reel: Yet we all do it. I’m ashamed to say
the said ‘diss pic’ is on my to do list for today, Instagram is part of our
generation, and it’s hard to escape it.

For something, someone, somewhere. A mantra I feel like we all

subconsciously live by to justify our constant search for gratification,
the elation we get when our selfie reaches 100 likes all the way to the
‘fomo’ we all experience when we see friends post boomerangs of them
cheers-ing their cocktails while you are at home in bed watching some
form of David Attenborough on Netflix. Like the stories on Greek pots,
that follow the curves of the clay, going around in a circle telling tales
of past and present, you can never quite see the full story at one time.
Much like us, we always seem to be chasing things that are just out of
reaching distance, always longing for more.

We need to start truly enjoying moments for what they are, the tangible
experience rather than the pixels it could create. Why is it always for
something, someone, somewhere, let’s change that?

This must be the place.

words by Amber Scott-Worthington

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 My favourite time in sex is when it’s still fresh dousing
off on my skin.
What’s left of its most intimate smell between my fingers,
sweat covering my neck and breasts, the throbbing left
once it’s over.
Gooey liquids running down between my cheeks,
weaving its warm path of ends and beginnings, scrambling
my memory in search of others before.
You leave the room all masted up like a flag, as I melt
all over our both-of-us-scented sheets, I arrow my
hand down to Birth and start all over, fulfilled, already
reminiscing over that which lingered inside of me.

I’m not sated.

Leticia Gicovate
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 You're missing out.

we're writing a sentence about pure

shit and you don't even know about
it. Ha ha, suckers!

Do you want to know a fun fact?

A single strand of spaghetti is called

a spaghetto.

Fancy another?

A small child can swim through the

veins of a blue whale.

George Wilson
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roll up, “Without this hunger to shop, the tent
roof would fall in on life as we know
it. The only way we can suffice our
dependence is to slowly, very slowly,
resist the urges.“

roll up.
Why am I still online shopping? I never buy anything... I just
fill up my basket.. admire all my new things and... then with
a deep breath... close all tabs. Done. That’s enough for the
endorphins, I think I’m full again... for now at least. In the
space of 50 years we have had some of the most monumental
breakthroughs; world peace, environmental awareness,
medical technology advancements and not forgetting about
the other dimension we opened up to the internet and
smartphones. Some might say we’ve been spoilt by our
advancing economy which practically tells us how and what
to buy and where to shop, all while still maintaining face. I
wonder what we did before all this though? I think we went
to church, or at least some of us did, not our generation and
probably not our parents but our grandparents. Shopping
provides us with purpose and social placement, as the
church once did. The shopping industry has become the
essential part to modern day capitalism. Shopping is the
master tent pole to our economic circus which is no longer
there to simply entertains us but to sow the seed of desire
for more too. The Ring Masters are forced to keep us, the
audience, glued to our seat by changing and altering the
tempo and style continuously in the never ending show. So
we keep waiting, hanging on every word, opening our hearts
(and purses) to the performance, as they go on preaching
to the crowds. Irresistible strategies designed to play on the
onlookers insecurities of missing out, making us feel like we
never have to leave the sheltered warmth of the tent. It’s
like getting up to go to the toilet would result in missing
the very best bit. There’s no need to worry when watching
the circus, if we did ever run out of money we could always
do the tightrope with a credit card... just for a little while,
and the show would go on! Without this hunger to shop,
the tent roof would fall in on life as we know it. The only
way we can suffice our dependence is to slowly, very slowly,
resist the urges.Too quickly and we’d fall off the band wagon,
and be outcast by society. We could always do something
to stop it though, we could start by distracting ourselves
every time we hear them call by busying ourselves with
nourishing things like baking or reading instead. Imagine if
you’re in the tent trapped under the ring master’s gaze -
calmly and quietly float to the back door and over time the
words by Julie-Anne Pugh desires will cease.
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The Last Pupper.

Simon Turner
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 My body, my thoughts and my spirit are drained with green
One bite of jelly, and a taste of cherry
I think I started to get a little crush on you
A dreaming, colourful crush.

@rubanee
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LEAP INTO
Where to begin? As third year is approaching its final chapter reality
slaps me in the face, leaving a stinging and sobering sensation... I need
a job. ‘What are your plans after uni? Have you got a job sorted?
Did you do a good placement? What industry contacts do you have?’
These phrases become a repetitive and taunting chant that circulate

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my brain when I have moments to ponder (they don’t come all that
often); what am I actually going to do with my life? An FCP degree
puts you through the ringer more than enough, my brain is saturated,
the disk is full and nothing else can be saved. I’m in desperate need
of a delete button and a trash can in my brain for all the self-doubt,
paranoia, screen-shots and images linked to my indesign document.
But here I find myself trawling through a sea of unpaid internships
and errand runner jobs, click, type, submit, click, type, submit. I’m at
such a pivotal point in my life, and the concept of the butterfly effect
is weighing heavy on my thoughts and effecting many decisions I make;
one small decision can lead to bigger changes, too many paths to take
and no end.Why didn’t I become a doctor or a dentist? You go through
your degree ticking all the boxes to then get that one job role. Is there
a creative checklist to become a FCP student? Are there boxes I need
to tick, qualifications I need to get? *PLEASE say I’ve done my time
of education* I crave a job that gives me the opportunity to excel, to
be unconventional, to be me. But how do I show I’m worth the risk,
more so than the other digital PDF and cover letter cramming their
inbox? In my years at uni I looked at the world to reach out to me
and tell me who I am and what I’m good at, but I’ve started to realise
that it doesn’t matter what self-confirmation I receive from others.
“Be realistic Charlie, you’re not going to get the job you love straight
away”. What if I don’t want to be realistic anymore? So you know
what...I’m just going to jump into the deep end, leap into the void and
go with the wind.

“So you know what... I’m

just going to jump into the
deep end, leap into the void
and go with the wind.”

Exploring the appetite for a career in the creative industry.

words by Charlie Bennett
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An exploration of my appetite for a career in the creative industry
and the frustrations and difficulties this presents, whilst figuring out
which direction I want to take next. Feasting on visuals satisfies my
creative hunger and always leaves me craving more.

Emily Prior-Such
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 I’ve bitten off more
than I can chew.
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 [a pause for thought]

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The imagery represents
gluttony and the toxic
relationship some of us have
with food and sugar and the
American diet. I personally
struggle with my own
relationship with food and
the struggle to resist urges
and the remorse I feel when
I give in to the temptations of
over indulging. It’s a struggle
between instant gratification

Rose Hohl
and the after effects that has;
a battle between shame and
satisfaction, sinfully sweet urges
and self control. Are you eating
cake or is the cake eating you?
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 Beth Howell
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 On good days I’m a gambler
On bad days I’m a cheater
Keep me entertained
And you’ll get your prize.

@rubanee
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 HAPPY
B I R T H D AY
MAKE
A
WISH

“Happy birthday! Make a wish.” The words a thought into what we really want to wish for?
cheerily exclaimed as everybody watches in ‘For David Attenborough to live forever’, ‘To
anticipation as you close your eyes, racking speak to animals like Doctor Dolittle and swim
your brain for a hint of an idea as to what you like a dolphin’, ‘To live in a house made of
will wish for this year. A relationship? A new chocolate so you’d never wake up hungry’, ‘To
job? To win the lottery? To graduate with a have all your soulmates in one room’. Where
first? It most probably falls amongst one of the did the big dreams we had go? Did they fade
usuals. We asked that very question, gathered into the routine and responsibility of everyday
the responses and found that they tended to fall life? And does it have to be that way? We ask
under one and the same. It got us thinking, why you to ask yourselves, what do you wish for?
do we all wish for these things without putting Happy birthday, make a wish.

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 GOOD
H E A LT H
AND
G R E AT E R
HAPPINESS
FOR
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 I’M
FEELIN’
MYSELF
I’M
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 I
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THE
PLEASURE
PLEASE

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 LONG
MAGICAL
FLOWING
LOCKS
LIKE
RAPUNZEL

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 the
feminine
wrap

I am my own muse.
I am my own muse.
I am my own muse.

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Staring into the cheval glass,
Fixating on the empty shell of a body that stands before me,
I fumble my fingers over the rolls, curves and prickly unshaved hairs,
This casing I inhabit feels so foreign to me,
My self-hate is rooted deep into the veins of my brain and heart,
Where Barbie bodies and size 0 models stick to my thoughts like
honey, This is why I have an appetite for no appetite.

Why is an exterior so meaningful to me,

That it seems to absorb and ravage any self-love I have left,
Like a lioness piercing her teeth into the raw flesh of a baby elephant,
My self-love is crippled and destroyed by society,
As young women, we are constantly fed lies,
That our exterior will define our happiness,
To fit a mould, to be perfect,
Will improve our quality of life,
But instead, we are ravished like the baby elephant,

and we seem to believe this bullshit.

Charlie Bennett
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Q. where do we go from here? Bleary eyed and grappling with sleep, your fingertips brush across the textured woven carpet searching
for the familiar cool metal. Scrambling past the ear-turned page of a book you haven’t touched in about
2 months, and in all honesty have forgotten the entire storyline, your mind starts to switch on. Ah...there
it is, beside your pillow like the loyal companion you knew it always was. Before your mind has chance to
register that you’ve definitely snoozed your alarm one too many times this morning your fingers trace
the path they’ve come to know so well. Where do we go from here?

Tap, Tap, Tap, Swipe. Tap, Tap, Swipe, Tap.

Does this sound at all familiar?

Can you recall the last time you allowed yourself to just sit and think?
Do you remember the last time you stood waiting for the bath to run whilst doing absolutely nothing?
Are you guilty of putting a film on Netflix to then sit scrolling down your Instagram feed for the duration?
Do you greet your phone in the morning before another physical person?
If you answer was guilty to all of the above then do not fear, you and the rest of us.

Our appetite for constant stimulation leaves us living in a time where it is challenging to just sit and do
nothing. Leaving our brains completely oversaturated yet lacking any real nourishment, when even our
phones can now notify us we spend too much time on them...where do we go from here?

As attention spans dwindle, we flit from app to app searching for something that is somehow going to
fulfill us in some way...or keep us entertained whilst we wait for our cup of tea to brew. The popular
phrase that the best ideas come to you whilst you’re sitting on the toilet or in the shower hasn’t ever
rung so true, for it’s these moments where we allow our brains to run. If there’s nothing to stimulate
your brain, it will stimulate itself and you’ll find it ticking away with thoughts and ideas that you’ve been
searching for all week.
When was the last time you had a good idea?
It’s almost certifiable that it wasn’t whilst you were 15 minutes deep into scrolling through your Instagram
feed.

words by Beth Howell

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 Tempt me, Sundae
Let the flush slide in
Let the redness blush on my skin
I’ve become a royal slave of you
My sunrise partner in crime
Bon Appétit.

@rubanee
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 “In Martinique and Guadeloupe people say that cars are everything. I heard stories
of guys still living at their parent’s house, yet own an expensive car and have to
borrow money to pay for the gas. It’s a lot about wanting to show external wealth.”

Elsa Kostic

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 Celebrating food as our fuel, not our guilty pleasure.

your girl
gotta
words by Beth Howell

Appetite, a word that usually conjures up feelings of craving, lust and often a sense
of guilt that comes along with it (aka that seventh digestive biscuit you really don’t
need, but really do want). In the context of food, appetite has become a word with
increasing complexity and a multitude of meanings. Are you on the Keto diet? Or
was it the Paleo diet? Oh yes, I heard about somebody on the 5:2, have you tried
the Atkins? It would appear that we are becoming obsessed, if somebody tells you
that eating 24 carrots a day will reduce your chances of getting wrinkles then we’re
probably falling for it. But, when does it all just get a little too much?

Our relationship with food is one that has changed dramatically since the caveman
days; we’re more in-tune than ever before about what we’re putting into our
bodies and the effect this is having upon us. With changing headlines every week
scaremongering us into believing that eating broccoli increases our risk of cancer,
we’re really all just left feeling a little confused.

I think it’s important to turn somewhat of a blind eye to all this talk and celebrate and
nurture our relationship with food, as it’s one of the most important ones we share. A

eat.
healthy appetite and everything in moderation should be encouraged, not frowned
upon with a devil on your shoulder whispering ‘a moment on the lips is a lifetime on
the hips’. Our food is our fuel, it keeps us from spluttering to a standstill like when you
don’t want to pay that premium petrol price on the motorway despite that dreaded
warning light shining out from your dash. Listen to your body and feed it as it needs,
maintain a balance… and ignore the daily headlines about this, that and the other,
they will probably have changed by next week.

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