Sheena Darby

FANNY +YSUMMER/AUTUMN

ISSUE ONE

Curated by Sheena Darby

After a dreary ridden winter being surrounded by only the darkest galaxy of colours spring is a time of joy that overcomes us all. The first sign we all early await for is flowers. The first bud to see suddenly prop in your garden on your way to work. The first time you open you window and take in your first breathe of spring air. Flowers are the beginning of summer. Like a sign sent from heaven, only lead us to autumn a rebirth of our self and fashion.

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contentseditors letterintroduction

miss/mrwho are you wearing that for?

neonmale, i am one

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After a dreary ridden winter being surround-ed by only the darkest galaxy of colours spring is a time of joy that overcomes us all. The first sign we all early await for is flowers. The first bud to see suddenly prop in your garden on your way to work. The first time you open you window and take in your first breathe of spring air. Flowers are the beginning of summer. Like

a sign sent from heaven.

Like returning seasons. Spring summer is back.

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TAKE YOUR CO-LOURS OFF WHO ARE YOU WEAR-ING THEM FOR??

FANNY +YAS I LOOKED TO MY SELF IN THE MIRRORS I BE-GAN TO WON-DER, FOR JUST A SPLIT SEC-OND THE IDEA ENTERED MY MIND. AND THEN THE SEED WAS PLANTED. WHY AM I WEARING THIS?? I’M UN-COMFORTABLE AND PORTRAY-ING THE KIND OF PERSON I DESPISE. TAKE YOUR COLOURS OFF WHO ARE YOU WEARING THEM FOR??

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TIEDYEFOR X RIDDLES TEE

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What is this? Where am i? What is happening?

What is this feeling I feel overcome me. By the time I’ve slowly opened my its as if I’ve aged

ten years. Everything seems louder and bright-er. My scenes have been heightened. What was

just green before is now the brightest most blinded green ive ever seen. It shouldn’t be even called green its so unlike any other colour I’ve seen. Am I looking through new eyes because

everything seems that way?My eyes hurt I’m constantly looking through a koldiacope enhancing every colour I have ever

seen Or thought I had seen until this point now.

Its loud and its in my face. This unusual man made mix isn’t one that is to be desired but for

some reason it

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The end is near ,the summer doubts are starting to appear in my head. Waking up not knowing whether today would be that definite day that summer ends. The light is shining through but how will it feel on my skin? I’m darker now but I can almost feel the speckles of glowing tan fading slowly along side the flowers that have brightened my life for the past two months. I must en-joy the last days of summer.

Hand in hand we stroll down the fields not filled with strawberries but flowers. They feel sad. Whimpering in the not so warm wind. They feel what we feel the summer is ending. Like me they wont feel the warmth anymore, they will end but even more dras-tically as they wont come to life until an-other year passes. Although that’s not the same fate i hold. Its how I feel. I wont feel alive until the buds on ground reappear and spring begins again.

Laid down taking in one of the last visions of our summer we emerge ourselves in the wilderness, and absorb the colours for that’s what I know I’ll miss most about the summer, my eyes are also so spoilt for choice, blinded by light vibrate palettes.

As we lay there seeing the vivid almost cobalt blue sky, the enchanting colours of the flowers, hearing the sounds of chirping birds, smelling the natural sweet smell of summer life. I appreciate and capture ev-ery scene to put in my special memory box Whether its hay fever or not I’m crying. These are the days I hate the most. The last days of summer. And I thank god I have my summer lover to hold me warm until that first bud springs once again.Like returning seasons, Floral will always be a main trend if not thee main trend. Cap-turing the journey from spring to summer like from the bud of a flower flourishing into a field of nature. Year after year we get to see designers evolve this trend. But as the years pass us by, are we running out of innovate ways to reinvent this trend?Forget the obvious flower power creden-tials. This season flower prints are genet-ically modified, digitally enhanced, ra-dioactive versions of their former selves. Revamped taking a darker twist thought the kaleidoscope of colours you’ll see neon colour blossoms of eccentric tones vivid-ly grasping you. Vines, grasses blooms of unseen varieties have cropped amongst us over this SUMMER.

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MALEI am one.

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EVERYTHING AROUND ME IS PALLID. FOR GOOD OR FOR BAD I LIKE IT. EV-ERYONE HIDES FROM WHITE BY WHY? WHY IS IT THE DEVIL OF BLACK? BLACK IS DARK, DISMAL AND SINISTER YET IT’S THE COLOUR EVERYONE LOVES TO WEAR. WHITE IS CLEAN FRESH LIKE A NEW PALETTE. SURROUND YOURSELF IN WHITE AS IT WILL Purify YOU THIS SEASON.

“White...is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affir-mative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black...God paints in many colours; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.” -- G. K. Chesterton

SAT DOWN THE MUSIC is SURROUNDING ME. CHRISP violin sounds OVER-TAKING and overwhelming EVERYONES EMOTIONS WITH JOY. As my eyes wonder around the room aimlessly I find myself becoming fascinated with the bride in white. Everyone girl from a young aspires to wear white on there wedding day. Every glimpse at a white dress reminds you of that day that is soon to come. Its rep-resents hope for so many girls out there. And maybe even boys though they wouldn’t admit to looking forward to there soon to be wife walking down the aisle. More than any other colour white has so much meaning wither it be purity or neutrality white always has a positive meaning. As I sit there watching hope over comes me in a way I’ve never felt.

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Olivia Reeves (Model)Russell Wilshire (Model)Ridley Browell (Model)

Rhiannon Hardie (Makeup Artist)Sophie Robinson (Wardrobe Assistant)

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