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CLUTCH STAFF SPRING SUMMER ｀24

EDITOR IN CHIEF cross ayala

ASSISTANT EDITOR IN CHIEF

anthony piccolo

PHOTOSHOOT DIRECTORS

avery black

kevin farley

dalton lain

izzy manzione

jeanna snyder

lauren vives

abby warnock

angelika ziemecki

PHOTOSHOOT ASSISTANTS

ava aguiar

kara artz

dani astralaga mishalynn brown

pearson cappa

julia carr

jeral chang

gabriella chen

leah christie

kate d’amario

amaris falcon

mazzy flint

paula flores

chloe harbin

nicole jaroscak

sydney lyell

valentina martinez

samantha montero

onyinye onyia

samantha parrish

annakathryn shelton

merritt slaughter

gianna spadafino

rachel spurgeon

emma stanfield

PHOTOGRAPHERS

collin chen

landri gray

joey harbour

maria penalver

noor sattar

CREATIVE DIRECTOR

alyssa battle

ASSISTANT CREATIVE DIRECTOR

desa dragovich

DIGITAL DIRECTOR

sophia poole

VIDEOGRAPHERS

sophia ehrnst

kevin farley

STYLING DIRECTOR

dalton lain

STYLISTS

allison beltrani

kate d'amario

casey erickson

grace friedlander

rylee greenstein

laura gutierrez

allye hampson

isabelle medina

katie parrino

bella puleo

tracey thames

BEAUTY DIRECTOR

marisa vercamen

BEAUTY

carolina castano

onyinye onyia

GRAPHIC DESIGN

mia casalanguida

cole martucci

nicolina morra

paula valenzuela

VISUAL ART

mia casalanguida

taylor colton

skyla hendrickson

caity salter

annakathryn shelton

gianna spadafino

DIRECTOR

simone wanamaker

EVENTS/SALES

rebecca alizo

lauren bailey mia benshimon

nicole jaroscak

avery knoeck

victoria lebena allie logue

richa singh brooke stalcup emma tapp zane vannordstrand

amanda blakes

SOCIAL MEDIA

jeral chang

ariel lyden

gabriella reitman

richa singh

taylor trujillo

vallerie kolczynski

WRITING DIRECTORS

mishalynn brown

samantha getchell

WRITERS

cole baker

sarah bourloukas

mishalynn brown clara celedon

michelle chadwell

grace friedlander shelby grason

chloe harbin

mckenna lineberry

daniella novas

emma stanfield

PR & SALES

creative director alyssa battle editor in chief cross ayala cd assistant desa dragovich eic assistant anthony piccolo pr/sales director simone wanamaker

EXEC

Directed by: Simone Wanamaker Assisted by: Pearson Cappa, Gabriella Chen, and Annakathryn Shelton Shot by: Noor Sattar Featuring: Pearson Cappa Styled by: Laura Gutierrez

Toothpaste on the mirror. A mascara-stained wash cloth. Your Levi’s rolled in a ball on the floor, kicked off to the side while peeling them off (Lord knows they feel a bit tight these days).

Coco butter covering your legs post bathroom sink dry shave. It lathers over your razor bumps and stretch marks.

Floss tangles between your bitten down nails. You get bored after the bottom row and toss the string into the overflowing trash can.

You slip on a pair of old plaid boxers and a Guns N Roses T-shirt (stolen from your dad). You remember to put in your retainer.

The aroma of the bedroom is courtesy of a clearance Bath and Body Works candle. Champagne Toast dances in your nose.

After letting the microwave beep for too long, you retrieve your warm glass of milk— a dash of cinnamon on top.

The taste of toothpaste still lingers as you sip it, leaving an ambiguous flavor on your tongue and a white line on your upper lip.

You go to bed with a smile.

Sarah Bourloukas

Salt drips from your skin, your lips pulse in dire need of hydration, but the sun kisses your limbs and the warmth on the outside matches the warmth from within.

Fuses are short under the sweltering heat— a Coney Island swan-dive.

Your brother’s breathing too loud. Your sister’s arm touches yours one too many times.

But the days end the same every time, smiles wide, heads back laughing.

Strawberry ice cream licked clean oﬀ every spoon—

The ice cream is pink. Your cheeks are too.

Your mother scolds you for this, but it is followed by a wink.

The wink is real. The love is real.

There

is nothing more

than

raw

a sunburn.

photoshoot director - kevin farley model - marriana gutierrez assistants - nicole jaroscak, gianna spada no

something in the water (that is worth drowning in)

directed by cross ayala & anthony piccolo assisted by mishalynn brown, jeral chang, & valentina martinez otto photographed by kevin farley featuring rilan jensen & malachi taylor

Taylor Colton

knight in shining armor

directed by: avery black & angelika ziemecki photographer: maria penalver models: syrena young & abigail mckane shoot assistants: mazzy ﬂint, paula ﬂores & samantha parrish

Like the moon, she basks in her fleetingness. Gets off on it. Confounded and confused by everything she isn’t meant to want. She does not give, she takes. There is nothing from her anyone wants. Hated and scorned, she bites and stings, only the face of her shows, the serpent hides behind the light of the sun. Behind the torch they put up to her face to scrutinize what is there, to find something, a mole perhaps, that would reveal her treachery. For the treachery she was accused of, she felt no guilt, they won’t find anything there. Try as anyone might, the armor built up around her, forged from the fires of her adversity, does not budge. It doesn’t even dent.

Enter Juliet. She does not try and break her shining armor but slips a delicate hand beneath and soothes the deepest parts of her soul. Caresses the callouses and traces her figure. She breathes easier, her muscles relaxing, and the chainmail that envelopes her body doesn’t feel so tight. She’s never before wished to bare her soul to another person. Juliet’s warmth could’ve melted even the coldest of her metal. She did not see what they were as treachery, as abominations. She walked the kingdom freely with her heart on her sleeve, taking the sticks and the stones that were thrown at her. She shone like the sun and touching her felt like touching the sky.

But the moon must wane, and the sun must set. There is no room for them under her father’s foreboding gaze. They’ll bear the brunt of the blame for the townsmen to sleep at night, both sides of their pillows cool to the touch. They did not belong. Perhaps in another life, another time. Perhaps Juliet wouldn’t be born a Capulet in the next life. Perhaps being a Capulet won’t be a crime punishable by death. Oh, her love, her wife, death has sucked the honey of her breath, but has not the power yet upon her beauty. She looked so radiant in Death’s embrace, she envied him. For death now had a hold on Juliet, her crimson lips, her fair skin, those slender hands that knew just how to undo her. Should she believe Juliet’s unsubstantial death to be amorous, that the lean abhorred monster keeps her here in dark to be Death’s paramour?

Here, she would set up her everlasting rest and join her lover and be reborn in the next life. Eyes looked her last. Arms took her last embrace. And lips, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death. She slips off her armor, she won’t need it anymore. She feels bare, her bleeding heart exposed. Bitter conduct, unsavory guide. And thus, with a kiss, she dies.

Michelle Chadwell

Elevated Realities

Directed by Lauren Vives & Izzy Manzione Photographed by Joey Harbour Assisted by Ava Aguiar, Dani aga,Astral Onyinye ONyia, & Emma Stanfield Featuring Annakathryn on,Shelt Cross Ayala, & Dylan Pietrus

by Sam Getchell

We stop at a playground on the way home. Tossing my battered heels onto the ground, I slump into a rickety swing set. My friend offers to push me. I say no at first, but he just laughs. I feel two strong hands against my back, an unwelcome touch on the over-heated skin of my exposed shoulder blades. The world tilts, my center of gravity shifts, and I’m immediately gaining momentum.

‘It’s fun, isn’t it?’ he asks.

I don’t answer. I don’t tell him that I’m afraid of heights.

At some point, I’m as high as I can go, and suddenly I’m a kid again and I’m terrified, oh so terrified of the jump down. There was a reason why our parents told us not to leap from the highest point of the swing, right?

I don’t want to get down.

Please don’t make me get down.

Transcendalism

Directed by: Abby Warnock Assisted by: Karar Artz, Sydney Lyell, Sam Montero Photographed by: Josh Owens, Noor Sattar, Abby Warnock Featuring: Ava Anderson Writing by: Emily Schroeder

she watches me bleed in the leaves she whispers to me through the breeze you're imperfectly perfect that's who you'll be just like your mother wants you to be and i couldn't breathe properly till you told me to be so simply all that you wanted a child so free all you intended is all that i'll be i'm yours forever yours

ART IMITATES LIFE LIFE IMITATES ART

directed by cross ayala assisted by desa dragovich & anthony piccolo photographed by kevin farley modeled by simone wanamaker with styling by @raideapp & @slay2kvintage