Marina

Words by Matt Huxley I was on a boat off the coast of Vietnam when the feeling hit me. A gigantic gut bubble that built in my stomach and expanded until I was drunk with queasiness. Stuff the buffet that was being laid out on  the upper deck. Screw the stunning views and humid sunshine.…

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Hoodrat

Words by Matt Huxley In Brisbane there’s really only so much grunge you can pull off without being considered a knob. However I feel as though there’s a time and place for everyone to get their Brooklyn hoodrat on. For me this was a bus shelter in Moorooka. The stuff I do for Infirm of…

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