Poppy Magazine
issue two / sugar, spice & everything vice
February 2016
cover photography: Paula RodrĂguez
Sugar, Spice, & Everything Vice It’s the February issue, and February means cavity inducing sweetness, candied hearts, and a reminder everyday that society thinks that your worth hinges on whether or not you’ve found love. We’re all for sickly sweet and pastel pinks, but we’re sick of the idea of love taking over every February. So, inspired by a longenduring love of the ultimate girl-power icons, the Powerpuff Girls. we started considering “Sugar, Spice, & Everything Nice” for the sweetest month of the year. Something was missing, and, as the Universe pointed out exactly one day after our first February brainstorm, (in the form of a cutesey snapchat graphic posted by Cosmopolitan) that something was vice. And, thus, the February 2016 issue of Poppy Magazine was born and dubbed “Sugar, Spice, & Everything Vice.”
Here it is: the snapchat that started everything! Okay, not everything, but you get the picture.
To the left, you can check out the people, color palettes, works of art, and textures that inspired our contributors when working on content.
(see page 42 for more details on joining the team)
In This Issue: page 3 Editor’s Letter page 4 The Making of Poppy page 5 Broken Dreams – Ayonna Lee Smith page 6 Cooking with Benefits – Gabby SH page 7 This is What We’ve Done – Laura Jane page 8 Never Cared – Sai page 9 Why We Love It: Nicki Minaj page 11 Honey – Adrianna Newell page 13 Princess – Ibone García Neveda page 14 The Faces of Grace – Alexandra Melnick page 15 Behind the Smiles, Beyond Sparkling Scenes writing – Emily; photography – Paula Rodriguez page 21 I Need You to Know page 22 Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice... - Taylor Washington page 28 Woman Wild – Alice Dawson page 29 On the Lam – Erica Lane page 30 Pink Ivory – Erica Lane page 31 My Rouge Lips & I – Casey Nalley page 32 GIRL PWR – Ayonna Lee Smith page 33 Exposed – Alexis Zenk page 35 Film Reviews – Karan Wadhwa page 37 Sticky Sweet – Chel Hirons page 39 Powdered Sugar – Marie page 41 April/May Theme: Rebellion page 42 Join the Poppy Team
Pops,
(Bear with, I’m trying out weird nicknames, & this one happens to make you sound like a grandfather in the 30’s.) If I’m being honest with you (as I hereby vow to be), this issue is as much for me as it is for you. That’s why I had to treat myself to one cookie before writing this, & one cookie after forcing myself to finish writing this. It’s effective, just FYI. I’ll explain: Sugar, Spice, & Everything Vice: we’re all made up of it. Different recipes, same ingredients. Something I know to be true is that there is no right recipe, no right sugar to spice to vice ratio. I believe that with all my heart when I think about everyone else, but I’m realizing that I haven’t bought into it for my own personal recipe. The thing is, I don’t like my sugar. Okay, I like my sugar some. I like the sugar that means that I tend to understand small children & quiet animals & the telling lines on weathered faces. I like the sugar that brings three granola bars in my purse just in case someone needs a snack, & the sugar that gives thoughtful Christmas gifts that people didn’t know they wanted. All this, & I still can’t help but hate the sugar that cries hysterically on the car ride home on Christmas Eve because “I’m not responsible enough to get a dog & I really feel like I need a dog in my life”, or the sugar that whimpers “I need you” & “I’m scared” & forgives 3 too many times. I know I have the sweet tooth of Augustus Gloop & the spice averse tastebuds of someone who sunburns easily, but I can’t help but constantly wish I were just less sugar & more spice. I’m sure it’s why I’m drawn to the glorious ice of Wednesday Addams, the fierce detachedness of Temperance Brennan, & the badass facade of queer girl heartthrob Kristen Stewart. Sidebar: those of you who, like myself, are in love with The Powerpuff Girls, be aware, this is about to get playfully antiPowerpuff, so just allow it to go there. I blame the Powerpuff Girls. No, Bubbles, Blossom & Buttercup are not the literal source of this personal issue that I am dealing with. Although that would make for a good therapy session. The Powerpuff Girls, however, embody this view that we, as women, teens, humans, etc. are either this or that. Good or Bad. Fat or Skinny. Right or Wrong. The list goes on & on. Labels are good, & I’m all for excessive research into my personality type & taking the zodiac posts on Tumblr too seriously. However, we have to realize that we are all a LOT OF THINGS. We “contain multitudes” as Walt Whitman so poignantly put it. Also, I don’t seem to recall the Mayor of Townsville calling the Powerpuff household to request that specifically only Buttercup deal with Mojo Jojo’s latest tomfoolery. NO. He called the cute little cartoon phone so the girls could team up & take down that malevolent green ape using ALL of their strengths: Blossom’s boss-ass bitch-ness, Bubbles’ ability to empathize, & Buttercup’s take-no-bullshit strength! That combination of traits is a unique magic that exists in every one of us in one way or another. It’s a magic we don’t always see adequately represented for us (because media & art are fallible & limited &, frankly, it takes a lot of work & thought & luck to get it right). It’s a combination that I feel starved for when looking around – we need to see ourselves reflected when we look around ourselves; if we don’t, the world becomes so unnavigable, isolating, & painful. I think that’s why, when we see beautifully honest, painfully raw representations in art & media, it’s so powerful. It’s why Salma Hayek’s performance in Frida brought me to tears. And why the real Frida is so important in all of her glory – an opinionated, queer, disabled, proudly Mexican woman who got hurt & made mistakes & tried & failed & succeeded & documented her journey in an honest, intimate way. To me, Frida Kahlo is the epitome of strength. Seeing her tears & pain reflected in her paintings reminds me that even the woman that puts the spice in “Sugar, Spice, and Everything Vice was full of bittersweet, painful sugar. Not even our heroes can escape the truth that we are indescribable, confusing, and contradictory. Rather than trying to fit our infinite existences into the boxes that have been created for us by labels, or society, or media, or some stranger’s offhand comment, let’s
xo, mads celebrate our complex & ridiculous ability to be all things – sugar, spice, & vice.
p.s. If you’re one of the three people who caught the subtle John Mulaney reference, call me so we can become best friends.
The Making of Poppy A trip to Leonard Knight’s Salvation Mountain in Imperial County, California was a pastel-hued necessity for us to get inspired for this issue. Check out some photos we snapped at the work of art (which has been named a National Folk Art Site, by the way, which is now apparently an accomplishment I’m adding to my list of life goals.)
Special sh outout to Sarah Hadi (the neweat m ember of Poppy’s Team!)fo r her fabulous w o r k w it layout in this mont h h’s issue! (see page 4 2 f o r mor details on joining th e e team)
Curious about the search history that your editor-in-chief ends up with while writing an editor’s letter? Have a little peek, pals. (tl;dr: it’s all over the place.)
Photography and Styling by: Sai @isaiahwalker Model: Paris @parisfrancee
LOVE
Nicki Minaj
I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again (and again and again): our media is starved of realistic women. It’s not just the fictional women, though. It seems that to be a successful female icon, you have to choose: are you all sugar, all spice, or all vice? Will you be the naïve, doe-eyed beauty, the boss ass bitch, or the tortured, reckless artist? It’s exhausting to lack nuanced role models, and suffocating to grow up a surrogate of these expectations, so I can’t imagine how these expectations extinguish the spark in the women who face them most publicly. That’s why I can’t help but rejoice each time I see another high profile woman reach what i call the “DGAF breaking point” wherein she decides that she’s done being silenced by society’s expectations. In my (entirely biased) opinion, the hero of the DGAF movement is the queen of rap herself, Nicki Minaj. She defies labels both musically and in her public image, and refuses to be boxed in by expectations. Let’s explore some of her magic:
Style: Nicki repeatedly goes from cotton candy bubble gum
princess to awe-inspiring leather dominatrix queen to regal red carpet goddess in a single blink of her falsie-adorned eyes.
Lyrics: I will always be grateful for the a woman who is putting
out music with powerful, script-flipping lyrics like: “All the girls will applaud All the girls will commend, as long as they understand That I’m fighting for the girls, that never thought they could win ‘Cause before they could begin you told ‘em it was the end But I am here to reverse the curse that they live in”. And then we’re blessed with the lyrics that never fail to remind me that you don’t need to be quiet and polite to be a worthy, loveable, successful, respected women: “If I had a dick then I would pull it out and piss on them”. The fact that anyone can sing/badly rap along to her music means that millions of people who would never have uttered the words “Got a bow on my panties ‘cause my ass is a present” just belted along to them while driving to work. No question about it - that’s a win in my book.
Awareness: Nicki never stops speaking out
unapologetically about the importance of self-worth, staying in school, and instersectional feminism. (links if you somehow missed the memo.)
Strength in her weakness: If you haven’t seen “The Pinkprint Film” on Vevo, I’ll wait while you encounter the best 16 minutes of your life. The Pinkprint changed how I looked at Nicki because of the songs like those featured in the video; she showed her soft side, and showed millions of women that it’s okay and normal and strong and beautiful to be vulnerable and open.
Fierce female partnerships: The Feeling Myself music video changed my life. Enough said.
She’s above the drama that doesn’t matter...
The media can have their fun putting her in the middle of Drake and Meek Mill. In the words of the queen herself: “Tell them to go ahead and gossip, as long as your house is the size of my closet.”
...and speaks out when the drama matters:
Nicki stands up for herself both in business and in the media – she doesn’t hesitate to call out sexist, racist double standards in the media, has removed herself from disrespectful and intrusive interviews, and often takes to twitter discuss these issues in a public way. By doing this, Minaj sets an example for women everywhere (myself most definitely included) who struggle to demand the respect they deserve, and she stands as a reassuring example that a woman who does so can succeed personally and professionally.
Last, but certainly not least:
“Miley, what’s good?” Read seven of the at least ten million think-pieces that must have been written on it and then let’s chat.
link to artist’s work
Behind the Sparkle, Beyond the Stage Written by: Emily
Photography by: Paula Rodriguez
Behind the sparkling
smiles and seemingly flawless performance is a hidden world plagued by eating disorders, competition, and an unmatched pressure for perfection. I was young when the dance fever hit. It was a harmless start, just a couple of recreational classes a week. It’s a funny thing though, as soon as you prove some kind of innate talent, you suddenly end up taking 30 hours of classes a week, being in 10 competition dances, and convinced that you want to be a professional dancer before you have the chance to honestly choose it for yourself. As young pre-professional dancers, we live like mini adults: go to school, go to the studio for 6 hours right after to train, and travel to competitions on the weekends. The lifestyle becomes normal, and I honestly thrived in it. A different city every weekend surrounded by new teachers and dancers, it was a dream come true while it lasted. Besides the familiarity of hotel convention rooms, nasty dance moms, and fake eyelashes, you also become obnoxiously familiar with rejection. Growing up in the dance world, you quickly learn that there is always someone better and it’s probably not you. But I still wonder if this was a bad thing. Sure, I grew up with low selfesteem, but I also gained an insane work ethic and competitive spirit to be the best. Personally, if I was ranked third in a competition one weekend, I would spend
everyday in the studio running my dances nonstop and the next weekend, I would usually take home first. A few years in, and I was hooked to that constant challenge and passion to be the best that dance provided. After years of training and juvenile dance competitions, I hit the point where I felt bored. Luckily, I had been signed by a dance agency and with that I gave up competition dancing for good to focus on more advanced training and a professional dance career. I booked my first major gig when I was 14 years old for the one and only, Justin Bieber. A minor appearance in the “Baby” music video changed the track of my life. In the months following my two minutes of fame, I was consistently working and training to the point where I needed to be homeschooled for the majority of high school. My fortunate success in the industry did not come without its consequences though. As a teenager growing up in the industry, everyone wants you to be his or her ideal version of yourself. You learn to quickly mold yourself to be that version in order to receive the praise and confirmation you become so desperate for. Most of booking work is what you look like, and the industry forces a skewed image of yourself, but you also learn a skill in making yourself into what “sells”. With that constant pressure, you tend to lose a sense of who you actually are and what you want for yourself. All I cared about was pleasing my mentors, agents, teachers,
because the guilt of the time and money invested in young talent is overbearing and forces excellence. At about 15 years old, I was apprenticing at a small dance company in Las Vegas, training an extra 20 hours a week, as well as doing side gigs on the strip whenever I could. My life revolved around dance, and I was well on my way to achieving whatever I wanted in the dance industry.
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Every teenager goes through their body issues, but I think it’s even more amplified for a dancer because we are constantly judging ourselves in the mirror and comparing our bodies to other dancers. Regretfully, I fell to the stereotype of dancers and eating disorders. I had always been a moderately healthy eater (thanks, Mom), but slowly started to convince myself that just wasn’t enough to “make it” in the industry. It started with just a couple of times when the guilt of eating something a tad unhealthy became unbearable, but soon vomiting after most meals became a habit and a sick way to convince myself that I was doing everything I could to be perfect. I kept it hidden; in fact, this is the first time I’m coming completely clean to everyone about my eating disorder. It’s embarrassing because you always believe that you’re going to be better than that and not resort to hurting yourself to get what you want, but the pressure was too much and I caved.
to make it. I was pushing myself physically, but also mentally. At the end of each day, I would lay there and replay everything I did wrong in class that day. Outside of the direct endorphin flow of dancing, I was a depressed and anxious adolescent still trying to figure myself out despite living my supposed dream.
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I was going through the motions everyday, but dancing became something I thought I had to do, rather than something my heart was truly invested in. For the last few months of my dance focused path, I received some version of “you’re a beautiful dancer, but where’s the fire?” or “It’s too pretty, there’s no passion”, but the corrections I was getting were things I couldn’t fix. My world came crashing down (or so I thought) a few months after I turned 17. I remember waking up one morning and feeling so much pain in my lower back that I couldn’t get out of bed , let alone dance for several months I had a couple ballet teachers disorder is that everyone is talfollowing. Multiple doctor’s visit comment on how pleased they ented, and that there are also and MRIs later, and there was still were with just a few pounds gone, thousands of dancers that have and that just added fuel to the had the same level of training as no diagnosis but a recommendation to “take it easy”. What the fire. My lines were longer, my you. I know that, in my mind, I heck was I supposed to do now? fifth position tighter, but I was didn’t want something like my sick and no one saw it body to be the reason why some- My entire life had been planned because all of us were too one that I was just as good as got on my ability to dance, and my own body seemed to take that focused on perfection. When a job over me. It’s eliminating away from me. My parents decidyou are an outsider to the dance factors. We, as professional world, it’s hard to understand dancers, are striving for that “big ed I should finish out my senior year of high school in an actual the expectations that come with break” that makes all the pain, a professional dance career. The money, and hard work worth it. public school, which was actually terrifying. I had not been around best way I can articulate the And I was a prime example of reasoning behind my eating the fact that we will do anything people my age in a few years, so
anxiety of being a “normal” teenager was a lot to handle after such a sudden life change. But somehow I survived, and I’ve taken my life experiences and the lessons dance has taught me and used that to take a different life path: a life that I chose for myself. After years of body image issues, leaving the dance industry helped me find the strength I needed to find peace with myself and overcome my eating disorder. I don’t
I don’t want to sound ungrateful for such an early career because I have never regretted skipping out on a “normal” childhood. As a teenager, I was living my dream of being a professional dancer. I will forever be thankful for that, but I also admit that my injury gave me a way out of a life that I didn’t want anymore but didn’t have the guts to leave on my own. It’s a cliché, but through my experiences I’ve learned that you
cannot let other people choose your life for you and just because you are good at something, does not mean that you have to pursue it if it’s not your passion. Although I started dancing recreationally again a year after my injury, I have no regrets leaving the industry or the person that I became under the pressure of the industry. In fact the longer I’m away, the more I realize that I didn’t love it enough to pursue a respectable career in it, and the art of dance itself deserves more than that.
i need you to know. if you’ve got too much spice (or anything) for the people around you, that’s not your issue. don’t get rid of your spice – someone out there is dying for some hot sauce to go with their aunt’s boring food. sometimes, when you’re surrounded by people who aren’t accustomed to you, or don’t quite understand & appreciate you, it feels logical to conclude that there’s something wrong with you. you’re forgetting there’s 999,999,999 other humans who exist, though. and they might be less of a knucklehead and have the ability to see how fan-freaing-tastic you are. so, if you’re a seven out of ten on the spicy scale at my favorite Thai restaurant, hold on, because there are amazing people like my friend, Emily who are just waiting to love you (or eat you, if you’re yellow curry with vegetables on brown rice). if you’re more of a two on the spicy scale, there are people like me whose wimpy tastebuds will rejoice that you’ve arrived.
basically, if you feel like something’s wrong with you, try one thing before you decide to erase who you truly are: look for the people who are looking for you, and let go of those whose acceptance is a losing game.
words and photography by: Taylor Washington
sugar, spice, and everything nice
is well...nice. However, as for myself and many progressive ladies I know, we’re no longer interested in being “nice”. The title of this work is “Honor, Rights, and everything Lights”. It celebrates embracing power, indulgence, and agency in a world where those things are more often than not, denied to women. We drank wine, threw flowers, wore little, and connected much. We basked in our vanity in a way that society does not allow if not for the male gaze.
There’s something special about expressing and intertwining female energies without the presence of patriarchal pressures. We’re silly, messy, and expressive, as we always should be allowed to be.
Illustration by: Alice Dawson @trashbabyyy
exposed exposed exposed exposed
photography by: Alexis Zenk
Stripped down to nothing, I am something.
poppy presents:
film
My name is Karan Wadhwa and I am the head film critic for Poppy Magazine. My work stems from my love of cinema and my passion for the analysis of film, specializing in aesthetic and production context criticism. My goal—in collaboration with the unique direction of Poppy Magazine—is to analyze films with a sense of dynamism by looking at the progressive direction of the industry, as well as exploring the flaws within it. This analysis is a genuine look at the films that were released between issues, not a force to steer traffic towards a certain upcoming film. I am not biased in my reviews, I’ve hated Tom Hanks in certain films and loved Ben Affleck in others. I will be working in the industry, so how a film came to be is as important as the presentation on screen. The number of reviews may vary, I may choose one film of the period, or five.
Stay tuned, silence your cell phones, and take your seats!
Star Wars: The Force Awakens: Just how important is it?
By all accounts of description, I am not a “nerd”. I am not a sci-fi geek, or a guy that accepts every movie as entertaining because of explosions and cleavage. After stepping out of the cinema, I completely realized the pendulum-like turn that cinematic history has just taken. Do you think this sounds like hype? Well, it is. But there’s no way that can affect your view on the film alone, this is the most hyped film ever. And my, oh my, does it live up to the name. From a critical standpoint, I tried to find faults in a movie susceptible to it. I studied every scene with a notepad in my hand. I have bashed on beloved films. I have not taken what we see on the silver screen lightly, ever. And I can stand on this pedestal of a review to say that this might be the most important film in cinematic history. I know what I just said. I didn’t say it was my favorite (it’s up there), I didn’t say it was the best (it’s up there), but it is incredibly important from a cultural, financial, societal, and cinematic standpoint. Each scene was a perfectly captured water drop in a bucket of expectation. The blending of new and old is unparalleled. The entire handling of the film by the crew is done so well that you aren’t sitting with a hand-grenade of sighs in the over-the-top scenes. The vital inclusion of feminist and racial ideas adds to a world that needed no alterations, until pointed out. I’m sorry for ever doubting you JJ Abrams, but to live under that hype and succeed with flying colors? To live under that hype, take on the challenge, pay respect to it, and top any of the other films prior? I respect you. This film is a beacon of hope that has cleared the mud of expectation and doubt. The elements of its vitality do not stop on any level. Succeeding in narrative, metaphor, technique, acting, ode, setup, score, and direction, this is a film that will stick with me for a long time. So, how important is it? I’ll answer that when my grandkids are watching it with me, with my ticket stub from 2015 still in my hand.
Three Pros: Progressive, Authentic, and Hype-Worthy One Con: Lack of Linger (but that’s pushing it!)
K’s Score: 9/10
Courtesy of Walt Disney Company
reviews The Big Short:
New wave storytelling that is absolutely necessary
If you’ve seen The Big Short’s trailer, what do you notice? A-list actors (Bale, Carrell, Pitt, Gosling), a great screenwriter (Michael Lewis, author of The Blind Side & Moneyball), and… Adam McKay? Wait, the guy that did Anchorman? How could such an Courtesy of Paramount Pictures odd combination work? Well, let me tell you, it worked. The story follows four occupants of the world of high-finance, who predict the credit and housing bubble collapse of the mid-2000s, and decide to take on the big banks for their greed and lack of foresight by “short selling” credit swaps. Let’s step back, what does that mean? I won’t be the one to tell you, let the outrageous mind of McKay do the talking. McKay manages to take a complicated subject with an incredible story, and tells it in a never-seen-before way. We often get lost in the world of film, and filmmakers do the same. They see the screen as a pair of eyes peering into an event. But, why can’t we just be told a story? It doesn’t have to be a play on screen, it can be a moving picture that reads like a book. The Big Short’s biggest accomplishment is that it reminds Hollywood that an audience is more than just a pair of eyes. Paired with authentic acting and a Sorkin-like screenplay, the film invites us in to a world of poetry paired with imagery, of celebrities like Selena Gomez explaining credit swaps, and of the harsh reality of what took place. Men profited off stupidity, and people were hurt in the process, due to greed and other factors. The Big Short magically colorizes the black and white world of finance and Wall Street. From a production context standpoint, I was surprised by the film’s black out in marketing, targeting itself to certain demographics. Why make a film about making something so complex seem so simple if you can’t do the same with the people who will watch it? In short, this film is an Oscar contender that should be viewed by anyone who likes a good story. Or, if you’ve ever been charged an overdraft fee because you were 6 cents past your balance.
Three Pros: Christian Bale, Progressive Storytelling, Casting One Con: Marketing to Mass Audience
K’s Score: 8.5/10
K’s Big Six Oscar Predictions: Best Picture: Spotlight Runner Up: The Revenant
Best Director: Alejando Iñárritu Runner Up: George Miller
Best Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio Runner Up: Matt Damon
Best Actress: Brie Larson Runner Up: Cate Blanchett
Best Supporting Actor: Tom Hardy Runner Up: Sylvester Stallone
Best Supporting Actress: Kate Winslet Runner Up: Jennifer Jason Leigh
Powdered Sugar i think i’m scared to write this because i don’t want it to become true the way worlds always do lies between our lips it was true the day i was born with my sparkling, sugar cube heart skin dissolving only angels could see a prophecy
i think i’m scared to write this because twenty years have passed and my crystalline heart has powerdered sugar into air that sweetens every inhale twenty years have passed; those around me are sated, sick their diabetic tongues know my every molecule.
da vinci and gray, they forgot to study the girls with hummingbirds hearts that disappear without a trace into her father’s black coffee
powder fills their lungs and forgetting my veins leaves me selfless, scattered in the world’s gentlest breeze and the midwest’s strongest gale
they forgot to prescribe an iron box twisted tighter once daily so she wouldn’t float away wouldn’t melt in her mother’s mug of tea
and the world a sweeter place because the girl with a sugar cube heart has survived the mortar and pestle those men provided but the girl’s heart a black hole with her heart falling on every tongue.
Powdered Sugar Iim afraid to think about the state in which the soles of men’s feet have left my sticky, crystalline heart; afraid to see what was once a sugar cube now a velveteen cloud of powdered sugar. dust billowed up as she dumps a fourth of a cup into heavy whipping cream, wishing through the air to land on every tongue, losing herself in the mountain of each tastebud settling dust and ash for less than she deserves she is translucent, sweet. seeing what they dream and tasting cotton candy, they urge her to stay just a fourth a cup more she looks inside hollowed out, sugar cube powder now left a dusting fingerprints lifted scene sealed girl forgotten
written by: marie
April/May Theme: REBELLION
Maybe it’s because I re-watched Freaks and Geeks (RIP seasons 2 through infinity) during my break from school. It could be that I’m already exploding with anticipation at the impending screening of Grease: Live (another excuse to fawn over broadway bad boy, Aaron Tveit and one of my beloved Disney Channel defuncts, Vanessa Hudgens). It could be the reverence of real life social and political movements pushing against various status quos around the world. Full disclosure: it almost definitely has to do with the fact that less than two weeks ago I wrote the words, “I feel like I’m reliving the teen angst phase that I skipped in high school” in my journal. Regardless of the reason, the April/May theme is Rebellion. (and just in time for the end of school spring fever, no less!) we want to see all of your angsty, authority questioning, uprising-inspired work. Whether you express your inner rebel by wearing discreet pins on your bag, or by picketing at rallies, we want to see what that bad-boy or bad-gal or bad-gender-non-conforming-self of yours has whipped up. Here’s our vision board with our color palette and sources of inspiration for you visually-inclined superstars:
send your submissions to: freneticpoppy@gmail.com before March 12 to be considered for the next issue!
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