Public Republic

Sonja de Vries Photo: kyle simourd I can still feel the bicycle beneath me carrying me through rain slick streets past soldiers, trash piled high, hacked up furniture, stumps of trees every bit of wood in the city burning. I was fifteen, my pants hung down low like they do now for fashion.

Jill Koren Photo: longhorndave It flies up out of the tub drain it is definitely a bat but she has a human face

Zoya Marincheva Photo: paper or plastic? On day one of the new year they went shopping for new hides. Angular roofs towered over creamy facades with rococo beams. His epidermis grayed in distress. Hers oozed a passion for style.