Why does the Pixiest Venom wear the pointiest spikes?

DRESSUP CULTURE story by Max Auberon

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Pixie Venom: creature from North London, spawned out the digital culture swamp. You’ll catch this one at big costume hardcore underground rave squat parties, dropping vocal expression on a beat like OBLIVION, or playing Halloween Racer (1999) for Gameboy Color™. Everything about Pixie screams alt from the start. Remember Sid from Toy Story 1? That’s nothing bruv.

Six weeks’ sick soirée at the squatted Police station

PARTY CULTURE story by Max Auberon

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I observed a troop of nondescript Midlands youths in a nondescript Midlands town spawn their own squat party scene, not a ten-minute walk from a Primark savvy high street. Their locale officially designates a few methods of entertainment. Football in the park, skating in the street. Buying things. Booooooring, let’s explore.

The grittiest geish of London’s £0.99 Trash Princess

DRESSUP CULTURE story by Max Auberon

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Mild climate today. Watched a young man climb into a skip, build a woman, re-emerge as Lady of the House. Shane is seventeen years old from way-out East London, some sort of drag artist. I caught him in the flesh outside Camberwell’s art uni. Check the entourage! These kids are quite the mishmash, straddling a creative lifestyle between school and the rave temptation. Draped in looks from the culture blender, gendered benderly but functional.

Scummy tales of the London lockdown rave experience

PARTY CULTURE story by Max Auberon

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People with passion will always feel the need to party. And to party on their own terms. True freedom manifests itself in rooms of Royalty, on the beach where no one is watching; and in the greatly illegal parties of Great Britain. London is one such place where ravers seek their freedoms for the long weekend. Self-styled groups of teenagers assemble in dank bedrooms and empty buildings, attentive to phones which will soon deliver them from boredom. It all begins at 11PM.

The gutter’s grimiest gremlin spills her street dress secrets

DRESSUP CULTURE story by Max Auberon

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Hello Hello Hazel Bannister, spiritual style sister to the Drag man himself. Eighteen years old, art college, rolling around North London. We went for dress up + walkies. Whole time the girl’s looking for smokable butts off the floor: one gets bunned, others got lost. Everything made sense after five looks. For Hazel, garment recycling goes beyond the fad. It’s an absolute, way of life.

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