Sometimes, all she wanted to do was stare down the mirror like someone else, find meaning in every freckle and contour and caress her collarbones and nascent hips manically like a leering camera.

Evie and Isaac unsettle the concept of ‘sense of place’ through an investigation into homelessness in Bristol.

The only thing better than 

the ritual of the kebab, 

is ending the night not just with eating, 

but with me in your arms sleeping.