Amaka.
To be mother is to be needed—to be 100 things to 100 people.To be the thread tying lives together. To pass down recipes, pass down stories, to carry generations, and carry yourself. But I often look at my mother and wonder — who were you before you were so needed, and how can I help you remember? It was my mom’s birthday recently and she had been saying she wanted to do a photoshoot, so I capture her in a photoshoot as I see her while I tell you a bit about who she is to me. My mom
Abby Albino
I was the “probably never going to get married” girl, the “career first” girl, the “it’s okay, I’m happy by myself” girl. I was the “I don’t know what I want to do I guess I’ll go back to school at 30” girl, the “stay out all night and not think about tomorrow” girl, the “shoot, that’s a bad credit score” girl. Well, my name is Abby Albino, it’s nice to meet you and here’s who that girl became: If you had told my younger self that one day I’d be standing in front of a camera
BCWM
What moment changed our life? To start, two moments changed our lives: The first moment that changed our lives? Where it all started…attending Latto’s Toronto concert on November 7, 2024 together. The three of us, Jahlyssa, Jennifer and Shaneka, were able to enjoy the show and rap along to our favourite anthems. We knew the moment we shared was special, because the very next day several women from the Canadian music industry inquired about our next outing and wanted to be involved. We knew from then we had something special going on, that would change our lives. After
CTRL+ALT+BEAT
We are turning into goldfish. Everyone reading this, even us writing this, we are all guilty of it. It’s scary how quickly our priorities have shifted during this new age of digital media and engagement. Conversations are something that are chronically avoided, everything is turned into an email or a text message, eye contact is frightening more than it is desired and we pride ourselves in being homebodies, not realizing that we are missing out on moments in the world that can never be replicated. In the age of DIY, we took it upon ourselves to create
Serena Nguyen
I was always a creative kid. I used art to cope with feelings I had trouble putting into words. Art and creation housed the emotions I had trouble understanding. I often turned inwards as a means to self-soothe. Feelings and emotions are often dismissed in immigrant households, and so, I learned emotional regulation from an early age. My parents fled their war-torn country on a crammed jaggedy boat in hopes to seek refuge and a fresh start. They only knew a life of insecurity, and hoped their children didn’t have to face the same hardships. It was
