Why do we still fund fast fashion companies?

Those with the extreme “bougie on a budget” mentalities buy counterfeit goods intentionally to supplement their affordable shopping addictions.

The way that you dress is a nonverbal communicator, something that lets others know an intimate part of your personality. 

A Lookbook by Pan Jin

But what if “blending-in” was never your forte?

A Fashion Profile by Editor-in-Chief Adam Ward

Now your beauty can be just as organic, cruelty-free, and full of life as you are.

Unbutton your shirt a little, throw on a chain, and be the badass villain you've always wanted to be.

I owe it all to you: my worn-out leather boots.

The SS18 runways are alight with an intriguing new take on an old favorite.

Connecting to My Queerness

Photographers and Their Muses. What drives you to take photos of the subject you do?

They are changing because they are preparing — soaking up as much sunlight as they can, so that they may store its energy and survive the winter.

A Light Study

David Pendleton and Gay Spectatorship

Milan Sachs explores nakedness and nudity through photos.

Can art bring back the dead?

"I’m not swimming forward, I’m not sinking, I’m simply floating wherever the current takes me, and me alone.”

See what this talented Em Mag alum is up to now.

Just behind the register, nestled into a drawer, is a little cardboard box filled to the brim with an endless supply of memories.

The weight of pursuing art in today's world.

Friendship was simpler when I was “young” and at home—unhindered by the tedious responsibility of functioning independently.

I have failed to recognize the most important aspect of what makes a person who they are, and so has any guy or girl who calls someone pretty, and ends the statement there.

There was no reason for it, we simply felt a strange high from watching our spit encase the bark of the twigs. When we finished we stared down at our handiwork, wordlessly agreeing that we’d never speak of this again. It felt barbaric, destructive, and completely “unbecoming” for a bunch of Catholic school girls.

My immediate reaction was to take offense on behalf of my family and culture. This song, sung in honor of Hindu gods, was being sung at a festival for weed, filled with white Americans. It felt like a betrayal of my heritage.

When I answered “yes” to my mother’s question, she brought two overpriced plush pigs, modeled after some celebrity pets I followed on Instagram, into my room. I embraced them with a smile. Three years later I still look to those little guys when I’m upset.

Living in the world guarantees a promise of encountering fear-provoking imagery, ideas, and situations in everyday life.

Perhaps there is something to be said about taking a few minutes to disconnect and reconnect. Finding a moment or two to flip through a magazine, or to look out the windows and people watch, to notice things that we aren’t normally attuned to.

It was time that ripped them out of me.

Am I a sex addict? Or is it just the culture?

I’ve been wrapping myself up with the skin of other people and filling my time with unknown feelings, empty words, and withering thoughts.