As a new dawn of sustainability rises, young workers and professionals are seeking a more eco-friendly and cost-effective alternative to dressing. By Shaneen Page Contemporary fashion is fast, impersonal, and poorly made. In an age of mass marketed and mass–produced garments that hit the shelves…
By William Kroger Content producing and promotion is like playing Russian Roulette or Texas Hold’em Poker and waiting for the river card to see how strong your hand is. However, life as someone trying to make a difference and dealing with personal…
By Chris Smith There’s no denying the popularity of pets. According to the RSPCA, in Australia about 62% of households own a pet and there are approximately 24 million pets in total. Similarly, man’s best friend is popular online. To provide an…
Update from QUT Guild International Officers On Wednesday the 7th of March, QUT Guild held their first International Hangs of the year to welcome the international freshies on campus in Aussie style—with a sausage sizzle, of course. Even before the QUT…
By Christopher Ayling Make Connections All Welcome Don’t Worry Courage Human Experience Acceptance Talk Isn’t Cheap Silence Isn’t awkward Mad Chats; have some.
By AR I’ve eaten a lot of terrible food in my life. Brownies particularly seem to have a high incidence of terribleness. Balancing moisture in a baked good is hard, I understand. But I’m a sucker for them. An optimist. …
By Sonia Stone When I was younger, I loved collecting the family mail. Around Christmas time was my favourite; here came zooming in cards from all sorts of mystical places, from New Zealand to England to Ireland. There was even some…
By Ellie Taggart Paper is priceless or at least that’s what we say, But when it’s green and processed through a machine it turns the other way, There is a price for paper and it is written on the back, Banks collect…
By Jazmine Gee Today I realised I have to let you go And for a moment My eyes stung from tears And my heart shrunk But today I remembered Who the hell I am So I watched you walk out the door …
By Lily Pacey Press your lips upon my cheek Can you feel the warmth? My burning blood contains bitter thorns That pierce my rose petal skin. Stare into my pale blue eyes Can you see the ocean? The waves crash…
