Anna Brownfield

It is hard to know what to expect from a visit with Mother Porn. While she may not immediately reach for the title herself (in a humble rejection of its reverent rather than lowbrow tones)  speaking with the documentarian, and award-winning feminist erotic filmmaker Anna Brownfield, she seems an apt matriarch for the growing porn community

Molly Rose Dyson

When we sit down in Molly Dyson’s bedroom-cum-studio, the illustrator and artist is waxing lyrical about her favourite topic- her occasional portrait subject, and constant companion, the dachshund-cross-chihuahua, Chippy. “Her armpits and her bottom lip are my favourite bits about her,” she says, as she nuzzles her freckled nose into the small threadbare patch of

Zoë Croggon

Zoë Croggon’s Footscray home feels like it belongs to a real grown up. When I enter I am a shy six-year-old again, trailing close behind my mother’s ankles, on a visit to an adult family friend’s house. I remember knowing, without being told, that no matter how bored I was, when we entered these child

Ruby Hoppen

As I enter Ruby Hoppen’s home she ushers me straight to her sewing room to see her latest creation. “It’s another portrait of Casper,” she gushes, brandishing the watercolour to the camera. Her eyes narrow into blue slits, nearing the intensity of her speech. “Isn’t it weird?” She glides through piles of dresses to the

Christopher Sciuto

Even as I enter my mid twenties- a stage characterised by a scramble towards ‘adulthood,’ my ever-receding angst-filled adolescence still holds an appeal. There is a freedom in these years to rebel, to say ‘fuck you, Mum and Dad;’ diss your elders, thumb your nose, sneer, cast scorn, and bite the hand that feeds, all