Cubism was born in Paris, but lived in modern perspective forever.
I carry a taste within me that swims through mash potatoes, undoes what a granma does, rejects grammar. I carry a taste within me of generations-distant genocide, a rogue flight because you […]
It wasn’t until I’d reached the university stage of my life, when we all find ourselves alone, grasping onto who we think we are for dear life, that I realised how much, […]
I’m always a little apprehensive to have this conversation, because I see myself coming across as Bojack Horseman’s Gregory Hsung, who “like[s] foreign films. That’s my deal.” I promise I’m not trying […]
Tullio Crali is a fantastically undiscovered Italian artist, whose work dwells on the motor-eroticism of the twentieth century. This writer takes a look at his oeuvre, that spans seven decades and was shown for the first time in Britain earlier this year.
At The Flete we are dedicated to covering the diverse range of talents showcased by Oxford students. We are also unafraid to both rhapsodise about and provide cutting critique on the cultural […]