I run into Simon Bond on the second floor landing of their Dean St. office and, assuring me that yes, the unworkable doorbell often plays up, he directs me into the studio. Bond is a co-founder of Physical Pixels, a company coupling technology and design to create installations that act
Mithili Shafiq was the archetypal scientist with a creative itch. By the end of her PhD she had decided that the itch needed to be scratched. Now she has retrained as an illustrator and is making a new life for herself in Bristol. I caught up with her over Skype
Eleanor - Can you tell us a little bit about the game you’re making at the moment? Hugh - Exeunt is my first project out of uni. It’s a fast-paced arcade style game with a dark, dystrophic twist. The player controls a character running through an oppressive landscape.
Emma Amoafa is a third year medic. After a day on the ward most students can only think about bedsheets but Emma has another fabric on her mind. Her embryonic label Friday Born splashes colour across the streets of London in a life-saving injection of Ghanaian vibrance. Meredith – How long
Nana Li is a freelance illustrator currently based in London. Having previously completed a Biomedical Engineering degree, she now specialises in illustration, comics and character design. She has had several publications and a number of notable clients including Canon, ImgaineFX and SelfMadeHero. Eleanor - What was the process from doing
Jemma Pilcher is a fresher ariving at Imperial with an impressive portfolio following an art foundation. Phoenix commissioned this shoot to show off three beautiful bodices from her back catalogue. - Ed I am fascinated by the language of clothing; what does an ensemble say about its wearer? These pieces
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A revival of what once was A simple concept of black and white. One that was with no out, now barely suckled by fading shadows. The intention, to replicate fame Leads, To this insane journey Of delayed steps and off beats. And looking down upon this pool That has yet
On the auspicious 125th anniversary of this magazine one is more conscious than normal of the burden history places on the editorial yoke of such venerable publications as Phoenix. I was initially impressed with all the doubts and uncertainties you might imagine when embarking on this foreword. However even the
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But for all you are is but a King, Lost out upon the sea. His hands were crabs, his feet were fish, his soul the sea. He wept for days that could not be, he wept for years to be. He had but only two sons, both were to be