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CLUTCH STAFF SPRING SUMMER ｀24

EDITOR IN CHIEF cross ayala

CREATIVE DIRECTOR PR & SALES DIRECTOR alyssa battle

ASSISTANT EDITOR IN CHIEF

ASSISTANT CREATIVE DIRECTOR EVENTS/SALES

PHOTOSHOOT DIRECTORS

DIGITAL DIRECTOR

anthony piccolo

avery black kevin farley dalton lain izzy manzione jeanna snyder lauren vives abby warnock angelika ziemecki

PHOTOSHOOT ASSISTANTS

ava aguiar kara artz dani astralaga mishalynn brown pearson cappa julia carr jeral chang gabriella chen leah christie kate d’amario amaris falcon mazzy flint paula flores chloe harbin nicole jaroscak sydney lyell valentina martinez samantha montero onyinye onyia samantha parrish annakathryn shelton merritt slaughter gianna spadafino rachel spurgeon emma stanfield

simone wanamaker

desa dragovich sophia poole

VIDEOGRAPHERS sophia ehrnst kevin farley

STYLING DIRECTOR dalton lain

STYLISTS

allison beltrani kate d'amario casey erickson grace friedlander rylee greenstein laura gutierrez allye hampson isabelle medina katie parrino bella puleo tracey thames

BEAUTY DIRECTOR marisa vercamen

BEAUTY

carolina castano onyinye onyia

GRAPHIC DESIGN mia casalanguida cole martucci nicolina morra paula valenzuela

VISUAL ART

mia casalanguida taylor colton PHOTOGRAPHERS skyla hendrickson collin chen caity salter landri gray annakathryn shelton joey harbour gianna spadafino maria penalver noor sattar

rebecca alizo lauren bailey mia benshimon nicole jaroscak avery knoeck victoria lebena allie logue richa singh brooke stalcup emma tapp zane vannordstrand amanda blakes

SOCIAL MEDIA jeral chang ariel lyden gabriella reitman richa singh taylor trujillo vallerie kolczynski

WRITING DIRECTORS

mishalynn brown samantha getchell

WRITERS

cole baker sarah bourloukas mishalynn brown clara celedon michelle chadwell grace friedlander shelby grason chloe harbin mckenna lineberry daniella novas emma stanfield

EXEC creative director alyssa battle

editor in chief cross ayala

cd assistant desa dragovich

eic assistant anthony piccolo

pr/sales director simone wanamaker

Directed by: Simone Wanamaker Assisted by: Pearson Cappa, Gabriella Chen, and Annakathryn Shelton Shot by: Noor Sattar Featuring: Pearson Cappa Styled by: Laura Gutierrez

Toothpaste on the mirror. A mascara-stained wash cloth.

Your Levi’s rolled in a ball on the floor, kicked off to the side while peeling them off (Lord knows they feel a bit tight these days).

Coco butter covering your legs post bathroom sink dry shave. It lathers over your razor bumps and stretch marks.

Floss tangles between your bitten down nails.

You get bored after the bottom row and toss the string into the overflowing trash can.

You slip on a pair of old plaid boxers and a Guns N Roses T-shirt (stolen from your dad).

You remember to put in your retainer.

The aroma of the bedroom is courtesy of a clearance Bath and Body Works candle.

Champagne Toast dances in your nose.

After letting the microwave beep for too long, you retrieve your warm glass of milk— a dash of cinnamon on top.

The taste of toothpaste still lingers as you sip it, leaving an ambiguous flavor on your tongue and a white line on your upper lip.

You go to bed with a smile.

Sarah Bourloukas

Salt drips from your skin, your lips pulse in dire need of hydration, but the sun kisses your limbs and the warmth on the outside matches the warmth from within.

Fuses are short under the sweltering heat— a Coney Island swan-dive.

Your brother’s breathing too loud. Your sister’s arm touches yours one too many times.

But the days end the same every time, smiles wide, heads back laughing.

Strawberry ice cream licked clean off every spoon—

The ice cream is pink. Your cheeks are too.

Your mother scolds you for this, but it is followed by a wink.

The wink is real. The love is real.

There is nothing more raw than a sunburn.

photoshoot director - kevin farley model - marriana gutierrez assistants - nicole jaroscak, gianna spadafino

something in the water (that is worth drowning in)

directed by cross ayala & anthony piccolo assisted by mishalynn brown, jeral chang, & valentina martinez otto photographed by kevin farley featuring rilan jensen & malachi taylor

Taylor Colton

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knight in shining armor directed by: avery black & angelika ziemecki photographer: maria penalver models: syrena young & abigail mckane shoot assistants: mazzy flint, paula flores & samantha parrish

Like the moon, she basks in her fleetingness. Gets off on it.

Confounded and confused by everything she isn’t meant to want. She does not give, she takes. There is nothing from her anyone wants. Hated and scorned, she bites and stings, only the face of her shows, the serpent hides behind the light of the sun. Behind the torch they put up to her face to scrutinize what is there, to find something, a mole perhaps, that would reveal her treachery. For the treachery she was accused of, she felt no guilt, they won’t find anything there. Try as anyone might, the armor built up around her, forged from the fires of her adversity, does not budge. It doesn’t even dent.

Enter Juliet. She does not try and break her shining armor but slips a delicate hand beneath and soothes the deepest parts of her soul.

Caresses the callouses and traces her figure. She breathes easier, her muscles relaxing, and the chainmail that envelopes her body doesn’t feel so tight. She’s never before wished to bare her soul to another person. Juliet’s warmth could’ve melted even the coldest of her metal.

She did not see what they were as treachery, as abominations. She walked the kingdom freely with her heart on her sleeve, taking the sticks and the stones that were thrown at her. She shone like the sun and touching her felt like touching the sky.

But the moon must wane, and the sun must set. There is no room for them under her father’s foreboding gaze. They’ll bear the brunt of the blame for the townsmen to sleep at night, both sides of their pillows cool to the touch. They did not belong. Perhaps in another life, another time. Perhaps Juliet wouldn’t be born a Capulet in the next life. Perhaps being a Capulet won’t be a crime punishable by death.

Oh, her love, her wife, death has sucked the honey of her breath, but has not the power yet upon her beauty. She looked so radiant in Death’s embrace, she envied him. For death now had a hold on Juliet, her crimson lips, her fair skin, those slender hands that knew just how to undo her. Should she believe Juliet’s unsubstantial death to be amorous, that the lean abhorred monster keeps her here in dark to be Death’s paramour?

Here, she would set up her everlasting rest and join her lover and be reborn in the next life. Eyes looked her last. Arms took her last embrace.

And lips, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death. She slips off her armor, she won’t need it anymore. She feels bare, her bleeding heart exposed. Bitter conduct, unsavory guide. And thus, with a kiss, she dies.

Michelle Chadwell

Photographed by Joey Harbour

Assisted by Ava Aguiar, Dani Astral

aga, Onyinye ONyia, & Emma Stanfield

n, Cross Ayala, & Dylan Pietrus

Izzy Manzione

Directed by Lauren Vives &

Elevated Realities

Featuring Annakathryn Shelto

by Sam Getchell We stop at a playground on the way home.

Tossing my battered heels onto the ground, I slump into a rickety swing set. My friend offers to push me. I say no at first, but he just laughs. I feel two strong hands against my back, an unwelcome touch on the over-heated skin of my exposed shoulder blades. The world tilts, my center of gravity shifts, and I’m immediately gaining momentum.

‘It’s fun, isn’t it?’ he asks.

I don’t answer. I don’t tell him that I’m afraid of heights.

At some point, I’m as high as I can go, and suddenly I’m a kid again and I’m terrified, oh so terrified of the jump down. There was a reason why our parents told us not to leap from the highest point of the swing, right?

I don’t want to get down.

Please don’t make me get down.

Transcendalism

Directed by: Abby Warnock Assisted by: Karar Artz, Sydney Lyell, Sam Montero Photographed by: Josh Owens, Noor Sattar, Abby Warnock Featuring: Ava Anderson Writing by: Emily Schroeder

she watches me bleed in the leaves she whispers to me through the breeze you're imperfectly perfect that's who you'll be just like your mother wants you to be and i couldn't breathe properly till you told me to be so simply all that you wanted a child so free all you intended is all that i'll be i'm yours forever yours

RT IMITATES LIF

LIFE IMITATES ART

directed by cross ayala assisted by desa dragovich & anthony piccolo photographed by kevin farley modeled by simone wanamaker with styling by @raideapp & @slay2kvintage

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