YOUTH IN REVOLT ISSUE.05 by YIR Magazine

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Size four models that look like they haven’t had a bad hair day or a zit in their entire life, celebrities airbrushed beyond recognition, one thousand and one ways to get an orgasm, articles encouraging girls as young as thirteen to go out dressed in little more than a hanky, a one thousand five hundred dollar scarf advertised as a wise investment, girls ‘dressed’, posed and photographed for the pleasure of perverted old men and pubescent little boys, 20 question quizzes that will determine the rest of your life, miracle diets and miracle creams. That’s not life that’s a glossy magazine. Life’s is an amazing, beautiful, eye opening journey, a learning process through which we gather the knowledge and experience required to pass from this life into the next. Youth in revolt will evoke thought, feeling and discussion from start to finish, life will never be a glossy magazine but this, is progress. This is YOUTH IN REVOLT.

Nicole Daphne

Olivia Mróz

FOUNDING EDITOR

Writer and journalist.

Photographer and artist.

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JOIN THE REVOLUTION Bright Things TV bL0GG3Rz HAUS The Real Series #5: The Anxious Fishwrinkle Comics Headphones in, world out YiR_MOD Meet the artist: Ruby James Meet the designer: Emily McGuire Lights, camera, review. Our Fragmented Youth. Y.I.R Book Club Pandoraâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s Box. Pleasantly Ugly and Wonderfully Ordinary Unadultered Adultery THE RIVERS EYE The Supermarket Chronicles Meet the artist: Nicole Casella

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JOIN THE REVOLUTION

As part of our incentive to encourage and promote greater reader involvement we came up with the ‘Join the Revolution’ project. To be successful it depends on the involvement of you, the readers. Every month we will be photographing four Youth in Revolt readers wearing our ‘bedazzled’ Youth in Revolt tee and each reader will be asked to bring something to add to it. All additions will be to the back of the tee, so that in August, when we host our launch party, we can reveal the progress of the project as part of the celebrations. So, will you join the revolution? If you’re interested in taking part email us at YOUTHINREVOLTMAG@live.com. au with the subject ‘Join the Revolution’. And a big thanks to our first four models, Alice Bellette, Mykayla Joy, Patrick Christopher and Raka Suhardi Hutchison, you guys have set the bar.

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From extreme sports to contemporary art Bright Things TV has been called ‘a culture show like no other’ and is a force to be reckoned with. Bright Things TV was created by London-born Tinkerbelle Parker in 2011. It is hosted by herself, the loveable, noisy and far too energetic Vinnie Jackson and miss fashion Elle Cosgriff and her ever-changing hair. Add to the mix the shy, but very talented Vanessa Cox behind the camera and you’ve got yourself a cool little tight-knit team accomplishing things you can typically only do with a much larger crew. Since their debut in 2011 Bright Things TV has become one of C31’s most popular shows and things are only moving forward in leaps and bounds. Bright Things TV is a prime example of what a small bunch of people can achieve when they put their heads together, and being a small team ourselves, we say - power to you! Thank you Bright Things TV for filling in a void in Australian TV programming, for being current and relevant, and for being equally as passionate about a new, fresh type of media as we are here at Youth in Revolt. Bright Things TV airs every Thursday at 10pm and their new season hits the screens this September. Just in case you need any more reason to tune in (though we doubt you do) we’ll be making appearance next season and we can’t wait hang out with the Bright Things gang! By Nicole Daphne

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bL0GG3Rz Seana/Nineteen/Jovanian/Sagittarius soda-float.tumblr.com What do you do? I (at least try to) live a cute life. Eating sweets by daylight, crafting and drawing by moonlight. Who’s your favorite artist? Oh goodness, there might be too many to count! Bei Badgirl, Shojomo Tomo, pretty much anyone who has created works for Sweet Streets LA, and many of my friends are incredibly talented and inspirational. What do you think about the 90’s? I appreciate the 90’s (especially 90’s euro-dance and classic anime like Sailor Moon) but I’m not overflowing with elitism just because that’s what I grew up with. What’s your favorite thing to blog about? Cute things! Japanese street fashion especially. I do tend to blog about things like feminism as well. I’m not really geared towards just one thing. What’s your favorite blog you visit? I can’t name just one! I have a huge list on my blog actually. Most are either my friends or people who absolutely inspire me. Do you think you’re a Indigo/Crystal child? I am not too worried on if I am or not. I have many feelings on this subject, but in short, I find it actually rather silly. What inspires you? Magical girl anime, bright colors, pastels, 80’s-90’s toys, kitschy things, Sanrio, and all of my friends who each inspire me in different ways.

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Asal/Twenty-one/Iranian/Cusp of Aries and Taurus yapped.tumblr.com What’s your name? My full name’s Asal Raad. My first name means honey! What do you do? Currently I’m getting ready to go back to college for fashion, making clothes and accessories, looking for fashion related apprenticeships and living la vida loca Do you have any animals? I have a little Yorkshire terrier called Toffee, he’s my homeboy. Who’s your favorite artist? Currently Francesca Jane Allen is my favorite photographer. She’s ever so young but her pictures are ALIVE. I love how they always genuinely make me feel something. What do you think about the 90’s? Beautiful ass decade and I had a kickass time being a kid in it. Love the fashion, the music and shows, not gonna lie though I prefer the 80s. What inspires you? Love. Because ultimately whatever kind of a person you are, us humans can’t survive without one type or another of it and there’s oh so much to be inspired by in “love”, even the shitty bits. Do you believe in God? No I don’t, because I have no logical reason or particular desire to. How do you want to die? I want to die being the person I want to be. I’d hate to die someone who always wished and never tried. Do you believe in the Mayans and their calendar? Absolutely not because it’s ridiculous. What revolts you? Homophobia, racism, sexism and theocracies because they all require abandoning your own thinking and decision making faculties. If you started a revolution what would it be? FREE IRAN. If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be? Hold on to your innocence for as long as you can because the world can’t fucking WAIT to take it away. Are you sick in any way? In the words of a literary genius: “Motherfucker I’m ILL, not sick” – lil Wayne

Interviewed by Olivia Mroz

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The Real Series: ThE Anxious By: Nicole Daphne.

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When I was younger doctors misdiagnosed my anxiety attacks as asthma but as I got older and the attacks got progressively worse and more frequent I began to wonder if something else was the trigger. Two years ago I was professionally diagnosed and I’m now on Lovan and Diazepan to treat the disorder. I’m supposed to take the medication every day and when I forget I can become shaky, nauseas and disorientated. I begin to sweat, my heart rate quickens, my muscles spasm and on some occasions when an attack has become particularly bad I’ve even pulled fists full of hair from my scalp in frustration. Often even after I’ve calmed myself down I’m left with an intense headache and severe nausea. Other than medication I’ve learnt to manage my disorder using music, creative outlets such as photography, painting, writing, relaxation and breathing techniques as well as more unorthodox treatments that I’ve learnt from mediums and healers. Some of the ways I deal with my disorder may seem bizarre and extreme to people who aren’t familiar with alternative treatments but I’ve always felt my anxiety is strongly connected to the energy different people and places I come into contact with in a day give off. When my anxiety was at it’s worst I would spend days at a time confined to my room or a hospital bed because those were my ‘safe places’. The idea of leaving these safe places and risking exposing myself to negative energy terrified me and since I’ve started using alternative treatments I’ve been able to prevent my anxiety from reaching that level again and have been able to function relatively normal in situations that in the past would have triggered an attack. It is very important to me to continue using these alternative treatments and I recommend that any anxiety sufferers who haven’t already tried alternative treatments do so, the benefits will far out way any scepticism you may have. Although I have made a great deal of progress in the way I deal with the disorder the ultimate goal is to eliminate anxiety from my life completely, however I suffer from a number of phobias that also act as triggers for my anxiety which could make this goal unattainable. I suffer from (google may come in handy here) Ataxiophobia, Athazagoraphobia, Agateophobia, Dementophobia, Dinophobia, Hylephobia, Illyngophobia, Meningitophobia, Neopharmaphobia and Iophobia. Some people might label me a hypochondriac after reading through that list but anxiety does not hang out with reason and logic, that’s not the nature of the disorder. My Mum has been my biggest support since my diagnosis. When I was really sick she took time off work even though as a single mother she couldn’t really afford to take time off. She looked after me at home and took me to and from hospital and always made sure I was comfortable and had everything I needed. I also have some amazing close friends who are always there for me when I need them, they are all incredibly understanding, accepting and patient people and I consider myself very lucky to have them in my life. My ex boyfriend wasn’t as accepting. My ex boyfriend wouldn’t even try to understand the disorder or the hold it has over my life, he would roll his eyes at me and refuse to comfort me when an attack came on, ultimately making things worse. Fucking heartless narrow minded arsehole. If you suffer from anxiety surround yourself with positive people who don’t make you feel like your disorder is a burden, no one should make you feel like that. Anxiety is a hard enough disorder to live with without negative people brining you down. It is important to accept that some people may never understand and that some people don’t want to understand. These people don’t matter. What matters is knowing suffering from anxiety does not make you any less of a person and if anything over time it’ll make you a stronger person. Do not hide. Express yourself. Express yourself in any way possible and as much as possible. Self expression is very therapeutic and putting your feelings and opinions out there in some artistic or written form may touch someone else who is going through the same thing or something similar to you and that’s what’s real to me.

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Taking the dread out of your head. www.twitter.com/_TheDome

THE DOME IS COMING

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Fishwrinkle Comics By Pixie Mishra-Pekte

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Headphones in, world out. The Mountain Goats – The Sunset Tree 2005 If I had to use one word to describe The Mountain Goats, more specifically their lead singer John Darnielle, I would have to go with personality. Having recently caught their Corner Hotel gig I was nothing short of impressed by the sheer pleasure and passion through which he delivers his music. This band has always been about storytelling, with instrumentation downplayed in favour of John’s nasally voice and descriptive lyrics. The album that I feel portrays these traits the best is The Sunset Tree. The Sunset Tree is a very somber album made up by stories about the abuse John endured from his stepfather, whom the album is in fact dedicated to. My favourite track has to be ‘This Year’, a story about escaping his house, taking the car out, getting drunk with his girlfriend and driving back home into the inevitable shit storm of his stepfather. “I am going to make it through this year if it kills me” John continually exclaims. A thought of hope, of getting through the toughest of times even it pains one to do so. Behind a simply strummed guitar, piano and what sounds like a soft hand clap beat; this track builds more behind John’s vocals which escalates as the story does. This is a compelling and engaging album which any lover of singer/songwriters should get a hold of.

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Perfume Genius – Put Ur Back N 2 It (2012)

Beastie Boys – Paul’s Boutique (1989)

Anais Mitchell – Young Man In America 2012

This sophomore album by singer/songwriter Mike Hadreas exerts pure emotion from start to finish. Only seconds in feelings of pain and in contrast compassion are conveyed with an honesty that leaves the listener humbled and entranced. With an exhale of breath, almost a breath of anguish, the mood is set. The tracks that really resonate with me are the piano ballads. His voice against a sparsely played piano is utter perfection. In his voice, you can hear pain; you can feel passion and you know without a doubt that he is genuine. He means every word. This exertion of emotion is extremely evident in the single ‘Hood’, a song about being scared to reveal yourself to the person you love. Even in it’s short 2 minute time span it grows in volume and production. Again a prominent piano song with an excellent addition of drums, this track’s build will leave you more than satisfied. A very emotionally fulfilling album about love and suffering which will be sure to keep you coming back time and time again.

With the recent passing of member Adam Yauch (a.k.a MCA) attention to all things Beastie Boys is at an all time high. It really is a shame it takes the death of a member to bring them the adoration they deserve. Right now I am taking it upon myself to give some much deserved praise to their most celebrated album, Paul’s Boutique. In my opinion this is their best and most diverse album to date. From the infectious beats to the great lyrical flow and content. All three members bring a different dimension to the songs and unlike many hip hop groups, you can tell when they change because of their unique individual styles. ‘3 Minute Rule’ nestled in the middle of the album is one of the most subdued songs on here, with a simple drum beat and DJ scratches accompanied by tough guy bravado lyrics, you would be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit captivated. With Mike D, MCA and Ad-Rock all displaying the very best of their lyrical ability, it is hard to pull yourself away and it’s even harder to comprehend that there will be no more Beastie Boys releases. For every true Beastie boy fan out there the Beastie boys will never die, R.I.P Adam Yauch.

Following on from the beautiful and diverse 2010 album Hadestown, singer/songwriter Anais Mitchell has released a superb folk album showcasing the best female vocals so far this year. Her voice has a certain engaging quality which effortlessly draws you into what she is saying. She has a voice which you do not hear every day and it sticks with you for a long after you stop listening. Her high register, her voice when it builds, basically everything she does is captivating. With some tracks incorporating electric guitar, violin and various other wind instruments, this is by no means a simple folk album. Of all the tracks on the album my personal favourite is ‘Shepherd’. The build of the instruments lead by the picked guitar just works incredibly. Add to that lyrics written by her novelist father and a delivery that engulfs you, what more could you want? Perfect for a rainy day, Anais’ voice is one to be cherished.

By Cam Johns

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Blue Faux fur coat ($120) Christopher Kane Large Plastic Aqua Clutch ($915) Limited Edition Lightning Bolt Earrings - ASOS ($26) Metallic Galaxy Dance Leotard ($42) Lisa Frank Platform Wedge Creepers ($180)

Ladies Black David Bowie T Shirt ($35) American Apparel Disco Pant ($125) Windsor Crystal Union Jack British Flag Clutch ($320) Karen Walker Eyewear Anytime Sunglasses ($285) Black and Yellow FUCK YOU Logo Nose Ring ($3)

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Ruby James www.facebook.com/pages/Ruby-James-Photography/123753891031825

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EMILY McGUIRE

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We interviewed twenty-one year old Australian fashion designer Emily McGuire... Why do you create? I’m intrinsically motivated - I feel a sense of achievement and get enjoyment from the process of making and learning. I love problem-solving but more importantly, exploring ideas. I don’t think there is a greater satisfaction in life than doing something yourself and doing it well. What inspires you? I’m inspired by everyday things - I’m not often inspired directly by other garments or fashion because it’s so overwhelming; there is too much stuff in the world and the world is moving way too fast! Rather, I’m inspired by how a garment might move, or how it might look for a few seconds during a certain movement. I’m inspired by the way people wear clothes without an obvious awareness of the dictation of fashion. I’m also really inspired by fiction writing, pop culture and fashion and art theory and the future direction of the fashion industry. I actually just watched Cinderella (1950) for the first time and the colours are unreal! So, I’m a bit inspired by that at the moment too. Who are you favorite designers? My favourite designers at the minute are Jonathan Saunders, Charlotte Taylor, Carven and J.W. Anderson. I have a soft spot for young London talent, not only from the perspective of my personal style but I think my own aesthetic would be best-suited to the culture there. My staple favourites, who are more like heroes, are Marc Jacobs, Alber Elbaz, Muiccia Prada, Raf Simons, Rei Kawakubo and Christian Lacroix. What do you do while you create? I honestly have a very inefficient work habit at home. I always start projects early because I’m so slow. I have a snack break every 10 minutes and I almost always have a movie on while working; As a result, I’ve seen Iron Man 24 times. How old were you when you started? I’ve been drawing for as long as I can remember but I showed a serious commitment to a career in fashion at around 14 when I got my first sewing machine. I come from a very creative family with both my parents being jazz musicians and my brother a drummer for several Australian bands, so I’ve always been encouraged to be creative. Tell me a little about your creations: I distinctly separate my conceptual and commercial work. I think it’s important to be able to offer products people can integrate into daily life, but also to explore concepts, develop narratives and deconstruct what’s known in a directional, perhaps controversial way, in a way that transcends the fashion cycle. My conceptual work is mostly just for portfolio purposes. Ultimately, though, my aesthetic represents a light-hearted deconstruction of femininity. If you started a fashion revolution what would it be? If I did menswear, it would be to have skirts as the norm in men’s wardrobes! This would be a major milestone for fashion and until this happens, fashion remains very much gendered. Marc Jacobs looks great in a skirt. What separates you from other designers out there? I think that my playful approach to rethinking garment construction, signs and ideas of femininity is my key point of difference. The notion of doing so is complex enough, as is femininity. I think a lot of fashion that explores complex ideas is too ‘heavy’ and serious. What kind of person do you think your label appeals to? To loosely quote Truman Capote, a girl who is at once the Red Queen and a flamingo. If you could choose anyone in the world to collaborate with, who would it be? For print, I’d love to collaborate with Del Kathryn Barton, Mark Chadwick or Linda Geary. For design, Vivienne Westwood or Rei Kawakubo. What is the next excursion for the label? Any big plans for the future? Ultimately, I want to firmly establish my own label. But until then, I want to be more involved in the industry elsewhere, working for other designers. I think a lot of local start-up labels are too impatient for success and are perhaps more interested in the ‘celebrity’ associated with fashion design more than establishing a viable, relevant brand - I think I have a lot more to learn before I make a life-long commitment to running my label as a company. I really like running my own label at the moment as a sole trader, though, because I love working on the whole product development process from start to finish by myself, especially since I don’t have a strong business education and this is a great way to gain that.

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DREAM SCREAM A/W12 Dream Scream A/W12 is an exploration of the tension between the dream state and the waking state. It’s not a cliche reflection of dream/ reality awake/asleep but rather, attempts to pinpoint the in-flux relationship between these to states experienced as you awaken from a dream; that intense unease felt when you wonder “did that just happen?”, “am I still dreaming?”. I got into this idea from my studies in visual art and surrealist ethos. The surrealists were true believes of childhood as a key window of opportunity were one can explore their imagination and be irrational without the pressing order, reason and logic that comes with growing up and into society’s cultural confines. From this, I explored automatic drawing, a key activity used by surrealists to attempt to create physical, tangible works from the unconscious mind. I used automatism to create the print featured in Dream Scream - I painted and drew the work with my eyes closed. You experience a weird sort of thrilling frustration to release control like that. The colours were inspired by the spontaneous, throwntogether imagery that manifests our dreams; influenced by our waking state but reinterpreted by our unconscious state. I wanted the colours to be good bad-taste; acid tones, pop brights and colourways often avoided pink with red and pink with green were embraced. I also focussed specifically on colour on black with transparent fabrics to interpret the tension between the dream and waking state. My tendency to rethink signs of femininity and youth like peter pan collars, feminine proportions and fastenings were also explored. I made the entire collection myself, apart from the two knit jumpers. I think I can now claim hand-sewing as a skill of mine after sewing 30 sets of hook and eyes! Interviewed by Olivia Mroz

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Lights, camera, review. Bitter Moon - Roman Polanski (1992) Taking unconventional relationships to a whole new level, Roman Polanski’s Bitter Moon follows the uprise and downfall of romanticism between an American aspiring writer and a significantly younger Parisian babe. The plot follows Oscar as he shamelessly recites the explicit memoirs of the tragic love affair that has left him both mentally & physically crippled to a conservative young stranger, Nigel. Oscar’s former lover Mimi, despite being vilified throughout this verbal chronicle, finds herself being the object of Nigel’s fondness and lust. Here’s the punch-line; Oscar, Mimi and Nigel are all sailing on a boat from Istanbul en route to India together, along with Nigel’s wife. Bitter Moon starts off with what appears to be a classic recipe for chaos and it delivers this tenfold. Though the movie received mixed reviews this is what the Chicago times had to say about it “Polanski directs it without compromise or apology, and it’s a funny thing how critics may condescend to it, but while they’re watching it you could hear a pin drop.” Proving bewildered or entranced Polanski knows how to make an impression.

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Party Monster the Shockumentary Fenton Bailey & Randy Barbato (1998)

An Education - Lone Scherfig (2009) A film about a naive young girl named Jenny who jumps into a car with an attractive older man who in turn begins to pursue her romantically. He woos her with parties, concerts and trips and charms her parents with his witty ways into okaying a relationship that under any other circumstances would be frowned upon. As a result of her parents’ submission to the goings-on between them she flies off to Paris with her much older spouse and his glamorized pose’ where the relationship begins to unravel. When skeletons are well and truly revealed is Jenny able to pick herself up? Is she able to return to life as a normal teenager? A great coming of age story about how fragile the innocence of our youth is and how often it is taken from us so swiftly and quickly, sometimes with us left completely unaware until it’s too late.

New York City, the 80s, sparked from the ashes of Andy Warhol himself, the devil takes on human form as infamous club promoter Michael Alig. Based on a true story this ‘shockumentary’ retells the rise and fall of ‘the king of the club kids’ as his drug addiction goes from bad to worse and ultimately ends in a ketamine-fucked-meup-the-ass murder. Party Monster the shockumentary will have you on the edge of your seat from start to finish and if you’re left craving more you can always check out the book that started it all ‘Disco Bloodbath’ or the 2003 motion picture inspired by the documentary of the same name. By Nazanin Behbehani

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“Isn’t it odd how our fragmented youth leaves us both vacant and full?”

Our Fragmented Youth

By Nicole Daphne

Illustrations by Nina Rejcic

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It was then I realised, sitting there on the grass in the park that had become our regular spot, that there is no such thing as a blank stare. Those blank stares only mask the millions of a different thoughts going through a person’s mind at any one time, moving so fast that if you reached out & tried to grab one, it would slip through your fingers like running water from a tap & that really scared me. It really scared me because as I sat there looking around at all my friends staring off into the distance I wondered, would any of us ever really find peace? But instead of giving it anymore thought I said “Johnny, can you pass the joint?” & he did.

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An hour later we were all out of weed and Johnny was off chasing ducks. It was starting to get dark and I was considering heading off home when Sam suggested we go get some cheap Vodka from the Asian bottle-o around the corner. “I’m in.” I said without thinking. Sam and I hadn’t been alone since the thing in the elevator and I wasn’t even sure she remembered. “Johnny can’t give you what you want, he’ll never be able to make you happy.” I didn’t know what to say I knew she was right. So I stood there looking past her instead of at her, silently trying to fight off the words before they sank in. I guess I drifted off somewhere else because the next thing I knew we were kissing and I wasn’t sure why or who started it. The elevator doors opened and she walked out without a word. I spent the rest of the afternoon being the lookout for her and Johnny while they did nangs down the alley next to Uni, and for once I didn’t care that he was giving her more attention than me. 30

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Once we were out of view she slipped her hand into mine and I knew she remembered. I quickly pulled my hand away, “I don’t. I’m not.” was all I could manage. “You should go wait with the others I’ve got this.” She replied and just as I turned to walk way she added “Sometimes the monsters are in our bed but that doesn’t mean they’re not monsters. “ I froze and all the sound in the world seemed to drown out except the sound of her footsteps walking off into the distance. How did she know? Had Johnny told her? 31

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Y.i.R Book Club.

Joining our group of resident experts on music, film and now literature is the beautiful and bubbly Mykayla Joy, a very fitting last name if you ask us, Proving being a bookworm doesn’t mean a retainer and oversized glasses, this beautiful lady with rainbow hair can spot a good book a mile away and we couldn’t be happier to have her on board. We hope you enjoy the first installment of the YiR Book Club from Mykayla and the Youth in Revolt team.

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger (1951) With all the hype and controversy surrounding this book, including the apparent attribution to the assignation of former Beatles member John Lennon, when I got my hands on an old copy of The catcher in the Rye from a little book shop, I couldn’t wait to read it. I sat in my bed all day and made it my mission to finish it in one sitting. The book begins with Holden Caulfield; the teenage protagonist living in New York in the 50’s who has once again been kicked out of school due to poor grades. As he decides to leave town and go on a much needed ‘vacation’ he retells his journey, describing the physiological battle within himself he wasn’t even aware of. Whilst on the road to nowhere he experiences unexplainable bouts of depression, erratic and explosive behavior, all of which contribute to his eventual mental break down. Touching on prostitution, alcoholism, teenage angst and everything in between what this book is really about is the human condition and whilst reading you can’t help but feel as though you know exactly how Holden feels. Although I was disappointed whilst reading as nothing really much happens, once I had finished the book and had time to reflect, I found I really connected it. To come across a book that still resonates with teenage readers over half a century after it’s written is something very rare and I can’t recommend this book more.

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The Perks of being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (1999)

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffery Eugenides (1993) It’s dark, sweetly descriptive and hazy at times. It almost gives the feeling of sitting under a beautiful tree on a summer day but everything is tainted blue. It leaves you haunted long after you have finished reading. The book tells the story of the Lisbon sisters life’s which tragically end in suicide. The story is told from the viewpoint of the neighborhood boys who find themselves infatuated by the girls. Years later, the boys who are now adults come together to try and unravel the mysterious circumstances of the girl’s suicides. Together they go through the ‘evidence’ they have collected over the years, such as photographs, diary entries, old records and scents, realising that the girls have long been decayed in time just like everything else, including their current unfulfilling lives. Reminiscing about their rare encounters with the girls, phone calls with no words exchanged and the grim party where the first suicide takes place, the men only have distant memories to hold onto. Although it is largely about what leads young girls to commit suicide it is also about growing up and everything that comes with it, like sexual activity on roofs, dates with boys and pissing off your parents. A must read and for anyone whose interested the movie is equally as haunting.

For the time that you spend reading this book you become Charlie’s confident. As an epistolary novel you’re not just a reader, you’re a friend, a part of the story. I think that’s why I found this book such an easy read and why I had so much pleasure in doing so. It feels as though you are snooping through someone’s diary and living through them, it’s thrilling and addictive. Charlie is a shy, introverted freshman who is a complete wallflower. With Charlie’s ability to observe and understand the things going on around him he meets and befriends Sam and Patrick. Sam and Patrick together bring Charlie out of his shell and into the world, introducing him to music, drugs, alcohol and also love. Touching on homosexuality, love triangles and personal breakdowns I struggle to find words to accurately describe how amazing this book truly is and the feeling it leaves you with once you’re finished. One thing I can promise you is that when you put this book down you will have an undeniable desire to go out and live life to the absolute fullest.

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Pandora’s Box Interviewed by Olivia Mroz, Writen by Nicole Daphne & Nazanin Behbehani, Illustration by Natasha Peiris

Ever since Pandora was a child she has found her haunting Hitchcock-esque existence consuming. Presently, she fills her time expressing her feelings, experiences and sorrows through blogging. Haunted by her traumatic past, Pandora has either been gifted or cursed with an insight into the fourth dimension. It’s truly hard to grasp the intensity of her tale, what is the truth and what is hallucination? Is Pandora living in the present or trapped in the past, haunted by the ghosts of her memories? Having been sexually victimised on several occasions Pandora’s scars are deep and irreversible, but despite the harrowing experiences that she has endured her open-minded responsiveness towards concepts of hope, friendship and political revolution act as badge of her courage. Whether it was a matter of wrong-place wrong-time, fate or an accident waiting to happen, Pandora’s life was changed dramatically by these events. Pandora sees things that we do not, her reality bouncing to and from non and over-existence. Visions of creatures with sharp teeth, young children and old men occupy her mind and her life. Some people would question Pandora’s sanity while others would perhaps consider her gifted with something similar to a sixth sense, however there is no doubt that she has survived these horrendous obstacles for a purpose; to lead others if not out of darkness at the very least towards a place of comfort and acceptance in the form of her blog entries. Through Pandora’s willingness to share her experiences with followers of her blog she sends a simple message, it’s ok to not be ok sometimes. Here we bring you a rare glimpse into the mind of a survivor of some of life’s terrible cruelties, a poetic portrayal of her ongoing internal battle in the form of short abstract depiction. Join us if you will, as we open Pandora’s Box.

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Fuck. Shit. Cunt. I survived this shut-eye. Survivalism is a curse. Existence is my downfall. I value my mind, let it lighten my soul. Breathe spiritual perk into the robbed perquisite of my body. Let the world stop for a moment. Spiral, like my deepest thoughts. Destroy, like my darkest secrets. Kill, like my hardest shame. Ongoing, Overlapping. Little rest and no delay. The universe passes me by. I am merely a number. A card. A chance. Another one of God’s helpless puppets. I see undiscovered colours & unnamed creatures. I’ll never feel the sun like you do. Warmth is foreign. Farewell to the child in me. Dreams are too much to ask. Sanity is over my wing. Terror is under my skin. Death is over the valley. But I hesitantly choose life. Hope is faded, but not gone. Fiction is questionable. The sounds of the world palpitating through my bones. How many more moments can I endure? My heart beat pours dynamism but my soul is a flat line. Still vigour, but damaged. The images I experience are taking me away. Here, is a foreign time. Tick, Tick, Tick. I am running out. I have fallen into a different dimension. I am the universe’s entertainment. It’s movements are fast and fickle. My joys are plagiarized. My sorrows are unfeigned. I apologize little girl, I am unable to bend & settle. I am blind to joy. I own this battle. I am fighting.

Draw from this collaboration between Youth in Revolt and this young survivor what you will, we have left it open to interpretation intentionally. However, one thing we would like you to take from this is that the stories of survivors of abuse or discrimination of any type, however they decide to express them should be celebrated not shunned. This in many ways is our way of highlighting our ongoing support for our readers who may be experiencing or who have experienced in the past hardship of any kind and who have felt their cries for help fell on deaf ears. You are not alone, there are survivors all around you and you to will get through.

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Pleasantly Ugly and Wonderfully Ordinary. The air is cold and the skies are grey. I sit here, on the almost edge of a building, chalk in hand, drawing. One box, two box, three, a hopscotch. I remember I used to play on these in primary school all the time, just me and my friends. We would line up and watch as each of us ventured through this leg swapping obstacle. You would reach the last square and jump off. You turn around with a smile on your face, genuinely happy about what you have just accomplished. This time I wasn’t drawing the same sort of hopscotch. Mine was an adults version I guess, a lonely adults version. I begin. Ten, I take a breath, nine, I hop. Seven, six, I pause. Five, my nerves are against me. Four, three, I’m close. Two. Two. Why can’t I do it? I look down to the street below and back up again. I lean, I sway but my feet remain cemented to the ground. Fuck! I need a drink. When did it ever become this hard, this easy. I don’t understand. There’s nothing here to stop me. Whatever I’m leaving behind only gives me motivation, an impulse I should act on. This vodka tastes like absolute shit. My body is beginning to act on its own accord. It won’t listen, it doesn’t understand. I’ve become estranged to a part of me I thought I knew. I look through my bag, I need an extra push, drinking isn’t doing the trick. I pop a pill into my mouth to calm the nerves. I sit and in a daze for a while. At this point I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, ten seconds, an hour. Time is lost, irrelevant, it’s been put on hold. Where’s my pen, I need to write. Writing’s all that keeps me sane, or at least as sane as I can be. I love words, I love putting them together. These strange curves have saved me. But they can’t help now. I drunkenly stand up, it’s an effort. I light a cigarette and admire the view. If you’re reading this you’re probably wondering why not therapy, some sort of help. No one can help me. This is my problem and this is my solution. It’s up to me to fix me and believe me I’ve tried everything else. I turn to Jess. How and when did she get here? She looks different, happy. I haven’t seen her this happy since we first started dating. It’s my fault, I was no good. She stands beside me, content, also admiring the view. She looks at me with her eyes and then rests her head on my shoulder. What happened Jess? What did I do? Why couldn’t it always be like this. We begin to circle the buildings edges. Jess skips ahead of me. She’s excited over the views. She thinks it’s beautiful and wants me to look in every direction. But I can’t, I’m incapable of feeling things like happiness, joy. Even sympathy for a dying baby. My body fights it off, like a disease. I guess people don’t like that in a person so you learn to play along. I turn a corner and see Jess on the floor. She sits there smoking, sad, depressed even. This is the Jess I know now. Eventually what people had called my empty soul had rubbed off on her. I didn’t really give a fuck about what other people said but they were right me and her. She was such a lovely girl, it wasn’t fair. I had destroyed her. After finishing my cigarette I walk over to Jess. I don’t know what to say, what to do so I just sit next to her. What’s happening? It’s getting harder and harder to grasp what’s reality, it all just feels like a dream. I look at Jess. She’s gone. She continues to disappear and reappear like reception from a faulty antenna. I skull my drink knowing it’ll make things worse but hoping it’ll make things better. Shit, I need something stronger. Suddenly flashing lights make it hard for me to see. Damn pills, keeping you on your toes one mind fuck at a time. It clears and one again I’m alone of the roof. What the fuck John, what the actual fuck. “You’re in one of those moods again aren’t you?” Jess asks, this time looking down at me, happy and content again like when I first knew her. She never used to say that to me. As our relationship developed though it seemed to be said a lot more. It was eventually said so often that it could have been her catch phrase. “You’re in one of those moods again aren’t you?” the host would ask. A contestant would buzz in, “Jess, that’s Jess, she said that to John because John was never happy”. The crowd would roar and the contestant would now be in the lead. It’s the sad truth. She walks up to me, insisting I dance with her. It’ll make me feel better she says. I grab her hand. We hold each other tight and slow dance. We slowly twirl on the rooftop and if I’m not 36

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mistaken, I laugh. We both do. The blood would drip, the knife would drop and the world would be unchanged. It was the title of something I wrote awhile ago. It was a poem and a list, like one of those to-do lists. It wasn’t the happiest of lists I’ll give you that. My mum found it when she was cleaning my room. I got home and found her crying in her bedroom. It just made it worse. Jess rests her head against my chest. We both look out off the building out at the grey sky. I would be lying if I told you it was the only note that she found. We had numerous talks. After a while I would just daze off, go somewhere else. It all just became repetitive. It got to the point where she couldn’t handle it anymore. She changed, both my parents did. I must have that affect on people. My hands collapse to my stomach. Where did Jess go? I ponder for a bit, questioning if she was ever even there. I need another drink, where’s my bag? Even though I’ve caused all this pain, the letters, the runaways, the attempted suicides it still physically hurts me to feel some sort of sympathy for them. I just know that’s how I’m meant to feel, the human reaction, so I try. If I feel anything, it’s for Jess. I did something so shit and unforgiveable by bringing her into my life, into my world. I walk to the edge of the building with a bottle of straight vodka in hand. Fuck this is high. I’m not going to back down today though. Death has teased me too many times but I think now I’m ready. I think today I’m truly ready. It’s just looking up at me with open arms and a welcome mat. With such an invitation how could you not go? I take another gulp of vodka, it’s working. I feel like I’m in line for a roller coaster, you know? Nervous as hell but too excited to no follow through. It’s time. Here I write for the last time, I draw those curved lines I like so much and mark the end of whatever the fuck this is. The wall above his bed gave him nightmares. Ten. The whistles of the wind sounded like the devil. Nine. The tips of his toes were twitching. Eight. It was the day the world around him already seemed so dark. Seven. His eyes lit like candles, forever awake aching from restlessness. Six, my breath is shaky. Today among other days he was a breathing corpse. Five. Golden shoes, but they aren’t his shows. Four. Soft hands, they won’t hold him. Three. Sensual sunlight his back will never meet, today is slow. Two. The end is pleasantly ugly and wonderfully ordinary, wouldn’t you agree? One.

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Unadulterated Adultery By Rose Tyler

Monogamy as a concept…is doomed to fail. Bleak I know, but truer words were never spoken. Sure you might meet someone you’re crazy about, spend every waking hour with them. The sex is amazing and not to mention regular, then you hit the three month mark, and you look at your relationship and think, ‘wow, I really kicked a goal here. I am one lucky shmuck’. And then BAM. Shortly after this reflection, after you’ve told everyone how amazing your relationship is, and that he/she is your soul mate and parent to your future children, Derrick for a boy, Georgina for a girl, you’re both going to live in a single story house in Williamstown and have a Husky puppy named Panda, right after that little your whole fairy-tale future turns to shit. The most trivial things turn into Richter scale arguments, everything your significant other does starts to make your blood boil, and you find yourself grinding your teeth when they breathe too loud at night, when they pinch your fries and especially when they sing along to your favourite songs (getting all the lyrics wrong). You toil with the idea of breaking up, but it all seems so messy and un-ideal, what do you do with the communal friends, what about that party you’re both invited to next weekend, what about the birthday present you’ve already ordered him? No, you’ll hang in there for a while, see how it all goes. Sure, after a while you’ll probably get used to all those irritating little idiosyncrasies and you’ll develop a nice little routine where you both fit in nicely. But then what is waiting just around the corner?? YAWWWWWWNNNNNNNN!!! Yep, you guessed it, BOREDOM! Your duet has become stale, predictable, comfortable, riskless. The majority of firsts are all used up and the ones that aren’t, like first house, proposal, marriage and babies, are miles away. And you can’t break up now because you’ve gotten yourselves into such a good system that has pretty much become your life, and if you were to break up it would shake up that nicely built structure and ultimately unbalance the life you’ve been working on for all those months. Aside from the fact that you’ve probably by now exchanged the ‘L’ word, and shared all those little “I can’t live without you” quotes, and if they are in fact true then you wouldn’t want to lose him, and if they’re not then you still don’t want to hurt him. You now start asking yourself if this is the person you are going to spend the rest of your short life with, and you start thinking of all the eligible bachelors in your life that might be better suited for the job. Then you start conjuring up the imaginary husband. The devastatingly handsome man you might meet in the coffee shop, at the park or perhaps a party, you get to talking, find out he shares exactly the same views and interests as you do, and you live happily ever after. Does this man exist? Does this life exist? It sure doesn’t. Like I said, Monogamy is unnatural for human beings. We descended from a long line of distinguished Cave-men, who slept around, receiving sexual satisfaction from a selection of Cave-women. This is ingrained in our genetics. A lust for diversity and desire to explore new territory, or in this case genitals. The real conundrum here however, is that in today’s world, this is called cheating, and cheating hurts! It’s all very well and good for us to sit here and think about how much we’d like to taste the exotic chicken instead of our usual steak, but on the flip side, the thought of them in the arms of another women is too heartbreaking to think about. In short, we are doomed to be forever miserable, bored and constantly wanted something more from our relationship. Life is cruel.

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The rivers eye By Olivia Mroz Model: Taara Boyles Eye-bindi by Natasha Lillipore: www.etsy.com/shop/HerTinyTeeth ‘GET BENT’ necklace by Nicole Casella: www.yippywhippy.tumblr.com

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A 24 year old home grown gem radiating with every color of the rainbow, this young Australian’s little creations pack a punch that’s anything but small. Nicole Casella is inspired by childhood nostalgia, television, pop culture and internet culture and her creations are cute, obscure and so colorful it’s almost nausea-inducing. Her favorite artists are Sean Morris, Caitlin Shearer, Mike Perry and Brad Neely. When she’s creating she always has candy handy and tunes blasting because it helps her bring her creations to life and she mostly uses pens and her computer but on the occasion she also uses gouache. Nicole has been drawing for literally forever but has only been blogging for a little over three months and is already widely popular. We see big things on the horizon for the multi-talented Nicole Casella and we’ll be following her journey attentively and we suggest you do the same. Bookmark yippywhippy.com to keep updated with all Nicole’s beautifully peculiar work, from illustrations and gif’s to clothes and accessories. 50

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