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The sweep of the rolling hills in which this folio is situated draws perfect visual parallels with Tit’lit’s contoured bodyscape. There’s a dramatic elegance to the images here, one that carries a most cinematic context – each still looks a little more like the poster of a film for which we’d certainly be attending the premiere.

Lydia L has truly mastered the beauty of simplicity, getting more and more pared-back in her approach to her work as time goes on. Today she and the sun are engaged in a tango of sorts, twirling around one another with a rather flirtatious tone.

After 'virago', there is nothing this woman can do that we wouldn't be fascinated by. We can't help but approach this video with a bit of caution; the prospect of viewing the other moments that take place between clicks of the shutter is a little overwhelming. Knowing what happens there peels back another layer of the mind of the artist, and with someone so deeply engaged with her craft, each layer is more dense than the one before.

An emerald glow is cast over this set, one that really pairs well with Bria’s generally golden aura. If, as she says, every moment that passes truly is the prime of her life, we really hope she’s documenting each of them so that we can always see her at her best.

Consider this a crash course in Melbourne weather. In a single shoot, the skies go from happy blue to gloomy grey, and then back to golden perfection just before the sun sets. The ultimate tease – that is, next to Mz_tress, who’s got the whole ‘just out of your reach’ look down to a science.

The Pink Menace returns to our pages, thank goodness. This time she’s lightening up the bush with a bit of her bleached-out powder-fresh delightfulness, and she shines like a fluro vest against the more subdued hues of her surrounds. She still retains that patented punch that shone through her Art Prize-winning debut.

Foxyred certainly doesn’t seem to struggle with any self-confidence issues. Her name begins to suggest this, but the real proof is in the photos. She’s never hiding from the camera, even when she’s not looking directly into its eye, and she seems so comfortable being herself from every angle.

Cheyenne ripens in the sun. The longer she spends out there with her bare skin made freely available to the locus of all life, the more pink and full she becomes. She has us thinking summer fruits, overflowing with sweetness that drips down your arm.

Part photographer, part model, part drifter, and part-iculalry gorgeous; Bobby haunts the corners and cracks of distant deserts, cities and oceans, shedding her clothes and documenting the dizzy ride that's her life. Where will she turn up next? Does she really exist, or do we just wish her here? If I close my eyes and imagine it hard enough, might she appear around the next corner?

The double-meaning of ‘I Shot Myself’ gets a bit of play around here, which of course is natural. We are really into Alma White’s take on the entendre, though – she and her tiny gun balance themselves on that thin line between clever and asinine, which is the one we also find ourselves frequently walking.

Porcelain dolls normally creep us out, perhaps because they are lacking the vitality that should accompany such flushed cheeks. Naledi breathes some life into that particular aesthetic, and we’re hoping that our subsconscious minds will transform our usual porcelain doll nightmares into beautiful, sexy dreams.

Flexibility is certainly an asset when you’ve gotta have your finger on the trigger, and Lauri certainly has no shortage in that department. If you’re looking for a reason to actually go to yoga, this might serve as a bit of inspiration – or you could always save $17 and spend 90 minutes meditating on this.

Now that she’s abandoned thematics and adopted a moustache, we are really starting to feel like we’re getting to know Shiraz. This is a lady who revels in the absurd and the shock of bright colour, in being something different every day and keeping her admirers on their toes. Is it working?

Danish national pride has a long and sordid history, and it’s not always as rosy’s as Maden’s. It is our hope that her particular type of pride doesn’t get her into too much trouble with Denmark’s Department of Foreign Affairs, and really, it shouldn’t – if anything will make you think, ‘Guds hjælp, Folkets kærlighed, Danmarks styrke’, it’s this.

There aren't terribly many situations in which Pikachu and Astroboy share space. Spooky lured them in with Strawberry Pocky, and they're staying to find out who's in the Death Note - just like her, they're completely addicted.