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NICOLAY LEVCHENKO
Winner of the Worldwide Cover Contest
Master in the Making
Amber Joy
The Artistic Resurrection of
Marguerite Khoury
Behind the Glass with
Sergio D. Spadavecchia
Nicolay Levchenko
WINNER
OF THE WORLD WIDE
COVER CONTEST
SPECIAL THANKS TO
DARREN SINGER for contributing a one of a kind graphic teeto get one of your own visit
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NUMERO TRE
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Albany McCabe“Saw your smile...”
012
Jaclyn TrussLetter From The Editor
028
Aziz Ozgur DoganFrom restaurant ownerto digital artist
054
Ben HughesAn obsessed 3D digital artistshares his story
Daria AmaranthRussian portrait photographerbrings finesse to the beautifuland the grotesque
078
Marguerite KhouryThe unstoppable artist
084
Stuart HolroydHomage toold apocalyptic films
092
Heidi WongTeenage knife painterexhibits sharp skill
100
Christoph VillgrattnerAdjusting your focusto what matters
108
Amber JoyAn actress’ humanistapproach to performance
120
Gabriele CrippaA techno music lover’sdreamscape
134
Ngo MengA contemplative walkercaptures the beauty of Paris
142
Araafi MuharramA look at a burgeoningdigital manipulator
146
Anna ŻebrowskaCatching that ‘something’
152
Blake BonillasSelf-taught fashionphotographer on the rise
158
Rachael MontemayorSun tea sweaters & othercolourful yarns
168
Winner of theTorontoFashionAcademyFashion Stylist Contest
Yasmim FerreiraA melting pot of style
018
Winner of Worldwide Cover Contest Nicolay Levchenko
038
Sergio D. SpadavecchiaSee Rome through the lens ofour creative director
SERGIO DAVID SPADAVECCHIA Publisher/Creative Director info@creativespades.com creativespades.com - @creativespades
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I am a hoarder of stories Keeper of the memory My mind is a prison and nothing goes free. I know we have forever our own peace of infinity but I’ll fight to remember, it’s life or death don’t you see? I’ve got the taste of time on my tongue weighing heavy hanging hung To all these moments of my soul I keep tight hold For you need all your pieces to be whole (or so I’ve been told)
Letter From the Editor BY JACLYN TRUSS
Escape Hatch
I don’t write to escape.
I love writing. It’s always there for me. Like that good friend that you might not see or speak to in forever, but that you pick up right where you left off the moment you meet again, bond unloosened, love unchanged. There is the warm, tight hug hello, the head in the shoulder kind, before slipping into the old routine, conversation natural, normal, easy. You know, that good old friend. The always there for you friend.
But that is just the slightest sip of a very full bottle.
It’s not long before old friends reunite into old lovers and I lose myself in the fray of it completely. A merged mind that is and isn’t mine takes over, spinning visions into words faster than I can thread them together. I’ll often read things back completely anew, devoid of any awareness of having created them at all, as though the victim of a scripted fever dream, so hot it burned the memory, but that the word soaked pages bear unassailable witness to its happening.
When I write, I cannot be spoken to. I do not watch things or listen to music. If interrupted, I will snarl and snap at you viciously, like a wild dog whose kill you just reached for while he was devouring it. I cannot really hear you
anyway, and truly, I don’t care what you have to say...it can wait. It is simply not as important as bringing these words into being in the order of my choosing. You need not like my words nor have cause to be impressed by them, but do understand that regardless of perception or opinion, there is great power in the forging of them.
Do not come between me and my craft, we surge with energy from unknown places; we are not a process to be trifled with. And that’s what we are, my craft and I, a process. Not a culmination. There is no end game. The end result is merely a byproduct of the making. I am in it for the action, climatic and febrile, plagued by cramped hands, burning eyes, exhausted brain and the pyretic, piling need. But I only have to get it right, so that I can relinquish it entirely. It can only be let go if it is satisfying, if not, I can’t give it up, it is then not finished - for it must be satiating to be final.
I am a creator, I must create, I must move on, I must keep going. Making is the breath in. Finishing is the breath out. I always need to breathe and breathe and breathe. There has come a point in my life where I realize the depth of that truth and have allowed it to engulf me whole.
When I was a teenager, this was not as admittedly so, as the early form of my craft
photo by
Stuart Holroyd
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