Kita by Baby

by Rebecca Yoo Yebecca has been a visionary artist since the beginning. By upcycling unwanted pieces in her wardrobe, she redesigns a whole new flair from sketch to finished product. Her brand, Kita By Baby (@kitabybaby), has become an archive page of her self-taught artistic journey. At the end of the day, Yebecca mentions, “It’s always been … Read moreKita by Baby

(Issue 14) Fashion Feature: Rupal Bakul Banerjee

Interview and Photography by Anisha Patil In this interview, designer and founder Rupal Banerjee of ‘Ru by Rupal’ tells Fashion Editor and photographer Anisha Patil about her journey of self-expression through fashion, graphic design and business. From her early days influenced by her Desi parents’ business to her later days at Parsons, and more recently … Read more(Issue 14) Fashion Feature: Rupal Bakul Banerjee

Azania Means Freedom Project by Azania Tripp

Photos by Skye Lee (@skyelee99) “I created a collection of wearable paper collage earrings featuring images of Afrofuturism, the power of joy, and the impact of historical trauma. With the Minnesota State Arts Board| Creative Support for Individuals FY 2021 grant, I have had the ability to partner with various artists to create a virtual … Read moreAzania Means Freedom Project by Azania Tripp

UCLA HIP HOP CONGRESS FASHION SHOW by Daniel F Leka

fash·ion shownounA fashion show (French défilé de mode) is an event put on by a fashion designer toshowcase their upcoming line of clothing and/or accessories. Fashion shows debut everyseason, particularly the Spring/Summer and Fall/Winter seasons. This is where the latestfashion trends are made. “Within my work, ‘culture’ is a guiding principle in what ideas I … Read moreUCLA HIP HOP CONGRESS FASHION SHOW by Daniel F Leka

(Issue 13) Theater, Film & TV Feature: Jose Useche

Interview by Kimber Monroe, Photography by Joana Meurkens As the new Editor of Mixed Mag’s Theater, Film and TV section, I wanted to have my first stab at featuring someone who I not only consider an upcoming giant in the industry, but a fellow peer. As an BIPOC actor and writer myself, I understand the … Read more(Issue 13) Theater, Film & TV Feature: Jose Useche

Dinner Conversation

Marisa Vito (she/they) is a queer Californian poet who has published with Crab Fat Magazine, The Spectacle, and the Los Angeles Magazine. She graduated from the University of California, San Diego with a degree in English Literature/Writing and is the Digital Content Manager for Copper Canyon Press, as well as an editor for literary magazine, … Read moreDinner Conversation

My Mother Eve by Mia Altamuro

Artwork by Andrea Miranda I am my Mother Eve’s child;I always want the one thingI can’t have. the entire world in front of me,the life I could live,and I want to feel you breathe on me,to love me for the fuck of it. I’m in a gardenwith everything I needsurrounding me,yet I am Eve’s daughter, … Read moreMy Mother Eve by Mia Altamuro

“Safekeeping” by Varun Kataria

Safekeeping explores fluidity in male and female sexuality, the safekeeping of bodies of color, and tenderness in sexual expression. Varun Kataria is an Indian-American artist & engineer based in Portland, OR and a recent graduate from Rice University. He typically engages with art through digital photo & video editing, but enjoys photography, modeling and playing … Read more“Safekeeping” by Varun Kataria

A Sonnet for my Father by Shamik Banerjee

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To Those Who Cannot Travel by Shamik Banerjee

O’ fancier, to your favourite plains if you cannot afford to travel on if this dream remains so and does not spawn, then consider the moon which entertains you, with the vision of its circlet- bright; its limelike halo which mantles your lawn; it roofs you when you sleep and waits till dawn like a … Read moreTo Those Who Cannot Travel by Shamik Banerjee

This Vessel by Amber Lee Varnado

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More than this Barren Dominion by Dovelie Lovelie  

Can’t live a day without what makes me  Accepting the cost of my existence on a basis daily, and could never be Convinced otherwise That there’s lives being lived realer without the skin, or hair Nor the teeth to bare a truth passed down to my toes and up from my crown; Of restless bloodlines, … Read moreMore than this Barren Dominion by Dovelie Lovelie  

The Reverent Soul by Shireen Ghanatabadi

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This Quiet Between Us by R. S.

I move in this distant land Shimmying down familiar lanes, The streetlamps unabashedly look on, The moths circle the flame; The moon has dipped further And the night is so still, I wonder if it’s alive; I can feel its pulse Only when the wind shifts places; The vicissitude grips me, There are days you … Read moreThis Quiet Between Us by R. S.

Nothing more Fierce than my Safta in the park by Tamar Weir

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The Senegal Parrot by Alejandra Olmedo

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Closure by Di Coleman

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