Sunday Girl Issue 4

Sunday Girl

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FASHION MAGAZINE FOR INTELLECTUAL GIRLS No 4// SPRING/SUMMER 2017

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Intellectual Talk and Fashion for Girls who Don’t Follow The crowd

ISSUE 4

EDITOR | ABIGAIL DENNISON

ASSISTANT EDITOR | ELIZABETH BEH PHOTOGRAPHERS | MONTANA LOWERY, RUBY TINDALL, POLLY HANRAHAN, XANTHE HUTCHINSON, CHLOE SHEPPARD, KATIE BURDON, VICTORIA CAMPA, AMY LIDGETT STYLISTS | ELIZABETH BEH, CADDY DAVIES, RUBY TINDALL, SHARKKANA, ELLIE MCWHAN HAIR STYLISTS AND MUAS | CRISTINA SEGOVIA, SYLVIA DENNISON, ANGELA LOWERY, MIREYA HARRIS, WILMA STIGSON LUNDIN, RYAN MACGREGOR, RACHAEL THOMAS, JAMES BICKMORE MODELS | LILY JEAN, SARAH HALPIN, GEORGIE, NATALIE, ALEXANDRA, MALACHI, MAXIMILLIAN, RICHARDO & OLIVER @ PREMIER MODELS, MELANIE @ M&P, GABI @ IMG MODELS, OLIVIA @ MILK MODEL MANAGEMENT, LOLA PARNELL @ PROFILE MODEL MANAGEMENT, MIRANDA FERGUSSON @ FIRST MODEL MANAGEMENT, SYDNEY LIMA AND MAYA @ STORM MODELS WRITERS | ABIGAIL DENNISON, ELIZABETH BEH, BEATRICE HELMAN, SYDNEY LIMA, SOPHIE WILSON, ANNABEL WATERHOUSE-BIGGINS, JESSICA BORDEN, VICTORIA CAMPA, JESSICA BORDEN, CHLOE WEBSTER, ILLUSTRATOR | MAISY LEWIN-SANDERSON MAGAZINE LAYOUT AND GRAPHIC DESIGN | ABIGAIL DENNISON

W W W. S U N DAYG I R L M AG A Z I N E . CO M

Huge thanks to Elizabeth Beh, James Walton, Sylvia and David Dennison, Montana Lowery, Angela Lowery, Cristina Segoiva, Bea Helman, Phil Page and Miss Jones, Annie-Lou and Geo at Premier Models and everyone else who helped us create this issue.

CONTENTS D e a r H i l a r y, A L o v e Le tt e r t o Wo m e n , Pa g e 6 M e e t t h e M u s e , L i l y J e a n , Pa g e 8 We C r y O u r Ey e s O u t , Pa g e 1 8 M e e t Co o l G i r l , S a r a h H a l p i n , Pa g e 2 0 Co m i c B y M a i s y Le w i n -S a n d e r s o n , Pa g e 2 6 R u n a w a y S e r i e s , Pa g e 2 8 D r e a m i n g w i t h Ka t i e B u r d o n , Pa g e 3 0 Tr e n d s w i t h C h l o e S h e p p a r d , Pa g e 4 0 M e e t o u r G I R L S t a l k i n g l o v e , Pa g e 4 6 We g o t o Pr o m , Pa g e 5 4 Fa s h i o n B u y i n g w i t h Ps y c h e , Pa g e 6 6 G u e s t Wr i t i n g b y Sy n d e y L i m a , Pa g e 6 8 R u b y T i n d a l l a n d M a y a , Pa g e 7 2 R e v i s i t i n g S c o tt L l o y d , Pa g e 8 4

REPRODUCTION OF SUNDAY GIRL MAGAZINE â„¢ IN WHOLE OR PART IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED WITHOUT THE PRIOR WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE EDITOR

DEAR HILARY CLINTON We are shocked, devastated and heartbroken. We didn’t want for our relationship to end in this way.

We will miss seeing you and hearing you speak, always passionatley, always intelligently and always inspirationally. For sure, we’ll miss your power suits and persuasive smile. I know we’ll still see you now and again, but it won’t be the same, will it? You made the perfect partner, a powerful, righteous woman. We needed you, not only for ourselves but for our future daughters to show them an example of how to live, to show them that compassion, empathy and open mindedness is always, without doubt the right path. Unfortunately, that message is not the one that is upheld today, how shall we go on without you?

Sure, you’ve made some mistakes and what woman doesn’t? We long to have the bravery you possess to brush yourself off and carry on carrying on. We always knew that you were going to be judged more harshly merely because of your gender but that never stopped you. On behalf of the world, we’re sorry that we failed you.

To the women and men who have stood by your side and championed you until the end; our efforts have not amounted to nothing. This is not the end, we are simply distraught that there stands a man that seems to promote a message of hate and segregation. We don’t want to live in a world governed by fear.

Yet, Your defeat is not defeated.

Your loss has made us united.

It has made us realise that women and other marginalised groups around the world are still seen as inferior to the majority. You have taught us that now, more than ever this is the time for action, now is the time to fight.

In your words “to all the girls, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to purse and achieve your own dreams”

In 2016, Hilary Clinton ran against Donald Trump for Presidency of the United States of America.

WORDS BY ELIZABETH BEH

Throughout time, women have faced struggles and this has shown us to come back stronger.

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“To all the girls, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams�

ON THIS YEAR ON HER CAREER

Believe in yourself and pursue your dreams so that you can make them a reality, nothing is impossible. It's going to be tough at times but you don't achieve anything without working hard for it and that's all part of the fun.

I use to be very insecure and some people played on my insecurities - telling me “I won't ever accomplish this or that" - then I proved them, and not to mention myself, wrong.

ON ADVICE

I’ve loved what I’ve been able to do so far in the model world. I didn’t plan to be a model it took me by surprise about a year and a half ago and I rode the wave and I’ve worked hard to get to do what I love. I’m still pursuing a strong and successful career in modelling however I’d also love to put words to the image and get into TV journalism. I love to write, I study English Liturature and Philosophy at university and I’ve always felt confident on video; Alexa Chung and Laura Jackson and big idols of mine.

In five years time I’d like to say that I’m still travelling the world and getting the opportunity to work with like minded creatives in the fashion industry along with pursuing my passion of literature. I’d hope to have finished writing my novel and fingers crossed have it published by a revered publishing company. I’m hoping to race my catamaran boat in warmer waters also and to pursue my interests in TV journalism by taking to the “screen”.

ON THE FUTURE

2017 … bring it on. 2016 was a very busy year not just for myself but seemingly for the world around us. The start of the year can be difficult for everyone as we drive to “better” ourselves. It is all about drive, especially for freelancers like myself, rather than falling into a hole of self-scrutiny and doubt, I plan to make 2017 an even better year than 2016 in my career and personal life.

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GIRL OF THE MOMENT LILY JEAN BRIDGER

My family mean a lot to me even if they live far away. Being able to give back to my parents after everything they have done to support me and my visions means the world to me; and in a weird backward way, their absence helped mould me into the independent young adult I am today. Love for me hasn’t been the easiest, I’ve often wondered how much better life would be to share it with someone and now that dream seems to be materialising.

I’m enjoying spending time with someone whose brightened up my life and has taught me to love myself like I love him.

A few years ago, on a whim, I ran off to Barcalona. I made so many friends from different walks of life, learnt how to live without commodities and money and my Spanish flourished!

For a couple of weeks I was in some ways adopted by a young, hot Spanish/American woman who resembled Shakira. She was the coolest. Herself, her 5 year daughter and I took trains to small towns around Barcelona. I made a tight bond with them. I also met an Australian duo who were going around Europe trying to sell their records, they were a hilarious double act and showed me some incredible music and some super cool Swedish band called ‘I’m from Barcelona’ who strangely had a song about Barcelona - ‘we’re from Barcelona’ - which I can’t help but reminisce of the times spent roaming around the streets of Barcelona.

“I ran off to Barcelona and met some super cool Swedish band called ‘I’m from Barcelona’ who strangely had a song about Barcelona ‘we’re from Barcelona’”

Jo and Kyle Goodhood run a wicked lifestyle store in East London. I’ve had the chance to work with them and half of my wardrobe is definitely from their shop. They stock great designers such as Ganni, Alexander Wang and Aries to name a few. Also Alexa Chung always gets it right! I’d also say my dad, he was a model and a bit of a Mod back in the day, he even seems to pull off shiny purple trousers.

PHOTOGRAPHER: MONTANA LOWERY| STYLIST: ELIZABETH BEH | HAIR: SYLVIA DENNISON AT CHINTZ & ANGELA LOWERY AT Y SALON | MAKE UP ARTISTS: CRISTINA SEGOVIA & MIREYA HARRIS

ON STYLE

ON LOVE

Get over it. Ok, not so harsh Lily Jean. So, heart break is all part of the process of being a teen fuelled by high emotions. I remember when my first ever boyfriend dumped me and I told my friend I was going to run in front of the next bus outside his house, ridiculous. Now years later we’re friends and laugh about our childish ways. A lot of different people will walk into and also out of your life, these people make up the chapters of your life and influence the person you become. Just enjoy every moment you spend with different people; some people won’t bring you happiness and will hurt you but this just makes you stronger and learn not to hurt someone the way you were once hurt.

The right person for you will come along when you are 100% your own person. Have confidence and happiness and you will attract the right person for you. ALSO don’t forget creatives like poets and musicians who created some of their best pieces of art when they have been heart broken, so get creative!

ON LEARNING

ON HEARTBREAK

It’s safe to say, model and IT girl, Lily Jean, is the one to watch. Having already modelled for huge, huge brands and campaigns, she works non-stop whilst also balancing an English Literature and Philosophy degree. Not only is her career incredibly inspiring, she is also a very cool girl. At Sunday Girl we can’t get enough of her and presenting her on our cover is an honour.

GRLS PHOTOGRAPHER: POLLY HANRAHAN STYLIST: ELIZABETH BEH HAIR & MAKE UP ARTIST: CRISTINA SEGOVIA MODELS: MELANIE @ M&P, GABI @ IMG MODELS, OLIVIA @ MILK MODEL MANAGEMENT CLOTHES BY: CARHARTT WIP, CIMONE, WHISTLES, KA WA KEY, URBAN OUTFITTERS & REALISATION PAR

YOU GO GIRL

Claudette Colvin

WORDS BY ABIGAIL DENNISON

We all know Rosa Parks, one of the most famous female pioneers in history. However, we do not know Claudette Colvin, am I right?

In fact, Claudette was a pioneer of the African American Civil Rights Movement. On March 2, 1955, when Claudette was just 15 years old, she was arrested for refusing to give up her seat on a bus in segregated Montgomery, Alabama, nine months prior to Rosa Parks.

It’s about time we give this girl a bit of recognition!

Sad Movies Make Me

CRY

I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY

WORDS BY BEATRICE HELMAN

I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY

I was always obsessed with water. I was always looking for it, seeking it out. I would wake up in the middle of the night desperately thirsty and my Mom grew up in California, and she raised her own children near an ocean and a river, near ponds and lakes.

She raised us to submerge in streams and pools, to shower indoors and in the rain, to never stray too far. We ran under sprinklers and worshipped the morning dew.

The first time my heart broke, I was seventeen. I wept hefty waves and gulped for air as they crested and rolled throughout my body, head to toe, sobbing an ocean that flooded my pillows and soaked my cheeks through. Since then I have cried salty tears, sweet tears, tears so fat and juicy they felt like trembling figs, dew drops that might burst and splatter at any moment, streams that seemed to swell with the tides. I’ve opened skies at finding out a boyfriend had chosen a party over me, another party again, at unanswered texts, at having the foresight to see things would end before they ended, at knowing things would be fine. I’ve had to sink to the curb under the weight of my tears because things change. I’ve felt tiny tiny tears dribble and dry out of the creases of my eyes thinking about the lemon tree that got left out on the street when a boy that I loved moved apartments, wondering what happened to it and why I didn’t take better care of it when I had the chance.

I could wash my hair a hundred times in the tears I cried for one boy who I loved with the sweet apricot sun of summer and threw back into the ocean standing on the beach in Los Angeles, choking and waiting for the water to splash up against my soul. I cried for three days after he left me. I sat on my bed in the same green sweater and heard nothing, saw nothing and processed nothing. I cried myself to sleep every night, silent tears, dark blue and heavy. I sat on the floor of my shower with the water on so that it poured over my body, the man made version of my own waterworks.

My journal from then says a lot of things. It talks about being confused and about not understanding the way that time works. It talks about the heart seizing pain of learning to wake up alone. And it talks about crying, the when, the where, the how.

It says: “I feel this deep heartbroken panic, and need to just start sobbing. I feel like the entire world is shifting on its axis and a whole new one is about to start…I finally stopped shaking. This was the worst week of my life. I can’t take anymore. I feel like I completely cracked open and my heart spilled out of my chest and all over the sidewalk. I really need my heart to stop hurting, because now it is killing me. It’s aching. But I hope that in losing grip, I find solid footing.”

And then, “I cry less now. It’s been a month since I cried so hard my face hurt. And my face hurt, so much my eyeballs ached and my cheeks were sore and my chest burned. I feel like I’m settling into my new skin.”

And later: “I haven’t cried in weeks.”

Those were dark blue, those tears cried right after. My heart had split down the middle. He was struggling with his own happiness, his own ability to be happy. Everything felt quiet and out of my hands.

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It was the first time I walked away and tried really, really hard not to look back. All my tears after felt quiet. I was crying an ocean. Not the Mediterranean sea but the Atlantic, lapis and stormy and with foam frothing waves.

But I have cried opaque tears, opal tears and tears that felt silver and flimsy in my hands. I’ve watched them pool at the tips of my eyes, translucent and luminous, tiny diamonds. I’ve seen them settle on my cheeks, moody pearls that shimmer and shine. They've swelled and piled on top of each other, squeezing each other for space. Crystal tears have cut my heart and dripped off my chin, drop drop onto the floor. I’ve watched myself cry in the mirror for hours, captivated and confused by own rainy reflection. I’ve blinked my tears away like parting my own flimsy curtain and watched the world go blurry as they fall. I’m as familiar and intimate with my own tears as I have been with the boys who caused them.

My mom always told me that crying was good for my skin.

Something about it washing out all the toxins and starting over.

Something about hitting the bottom and having nowhere to go but up. Something about fresh starts and fresh skin and it being better to let things out than to keep them inside. Nothing is more of a physical expression of feelings than crying, loud and out loud and without denial. She always said that I would feel lighter after. She was right.

I’ve cried on my bed, on my kitchen floor, in the apple aisle at the grocery store, walking home with too many bags and in childs pose at yoga, where it’s impossible to tell what’s sweat and what’s tears.

I’ve cried on the subway, torrentially, silently, hiccuping in my panic, staring out the window, staring at my feet, staring into nowhere. I’ve cried at parties, on the way to class, in the bathroom during class.

I’ve cried because I lost someone, because I found someone else, and at the way that the world spins on and wildly, without slowing down for anyone, and certainly not for my tears. I’ve cried at the grocery store because everything felt fine, finally, and at the fact that my heart healed. I’ve cried walking home from work, just as the summer sun started to go down, because things changed, and we all ended up happy, we all ended up the way we wanted, just a hundred miles apart.

I’ve cried on the street more times than I could ever count. Timidly and loudly, usually at twilight, because that’s when I cry the most.

People generally don’t notice. They walk by and don’t look over, and if they do they keep going. There’s something about crying in public that has always felt free, like letting my emotions fly strong and high, without shame. If I want to cry, I’ll cry. If it happens to be on the street, then it happens to be on the street, and if I’m going to make a scene, then I’m going to make a scene. Tears come when they come. They don't wait for anyone.

Sitting on the side of the street, tears streaming and eyes full, I’ve often felt like a peach, overripe and bursting, pink, rosy, juice gushing, sweet and syrupy and the flesh pink, lush and raw to the world, a sunset with a pit. All held together with a very thin skin.

There are worse things than feeling like a peach.

SUNDAY GIRL MEETS

SARAH HALPIN

“Nothing worth having comes easy.”

We caught up with up and coming IT girl, model and blogger Sarah Halpin. Sarah is an ultimate Sunday Girl and when we’re not crushing on her style, her blunt bob and not to mention #bigsistergoals in the form of her sister Joanna, we’re reading the sister duo’s amazing blog www.whatshesaid.com. Check out our photoshoot by Xanthe Hutchinson and Q&A with Sarah and watch this space on her soaring career!

How's this year looking, what are you up to?

Pretty great so far.. I'm spending the first three months of my 2017 living and working in Sydney.

How is it working on the killer blog?

Stressful, hard work but a lot of fun. There's absolutely nothing else I'd rather be spending my time on.

What's your advice to a heart broken teen?

Oh I remember this feeling all too well, but time is definitely a healer.

Hell yes to that! What would you tell your 16 year old self?

Put down that second bottle of Lambrini. And put that boy down also.

Working in fashion you must be surrounded by beautiful clothes 24/7, who's your style inspo at the moment?!

Camille Rowe! (French model/actress check out her insta @fingermonkey) What's next for Sarah Halpin!?

It's a little hard to know in this industry haha; one thing I've learnt since August/since I started modelling full time it's impossible to plan! Hopefully a lot more traveling, modelling and working on the blog.

INTERVIEW BY ABIGAIL DENNISON

To finish, how do you feel your close relationships have moulded you as a person?

I've always been someone to have a few very close and important people in my life, rather than lots of not-so-important people. This applies to all aspects; family, friends and boyfriends.. a small family, the best of friends and only one serious boyfriend.

PHOTOGRAPHER: XANTHE HUTCHINSON STYLIST: ELIZABETH BEH MAKE UP ARTIST: CRISTINA SEGOVIA MODELS: SARAH HALPIN @ PREMIER MODELS

LOVE AT FIRST LIKE?

BY MAISY LEWIN-SANDERSON INSTA: @MAISYSUMMER FB: @MAISYLEWINSANDERSONART TUMBLR: MAISYLEWINSANDERSON

WHAT IS LOVE, BABY DON’T HURT ME -RUNAWAY SERIES -

WORDS BY BEATRICE HELMAN

Threading a needle is hard to do, especially when the hole is extra narrow and it’s dark out and hard to see, and when you aren’t even sure where the thread is to begin with.

Sometimes when everything starts falling apart, it doesn't stop, and there’s only one way to go, and that way is far away. Sometimes when things unravel you count to ten and then you disappear. Sometimes you burn the house down. Sometimes you leave dishes in the sink and your towel on the floor and get on the first bus, which is the 3PM bus on a Tuesday afternoon.

I was on the run.

I didn’t think about running away until the idea was blooming, pushing through the dirt, from seedling to towering plant in a matter of seconds. It had the waxy curvy petals of the plants my mom would buy at the supermarket and a strong delicate stem. It burst through my skull and into the open air, leaving me no choice but to pluck this flower out of my own head and hold it in my hands, where it was damp and left a trail of pollen on my palm.

What is one supposed to do when someone changes their mind about you? I wasn’t sure how that worked, because I had never changed my mind about anyone. I had asked for a step by step, a detailed analysis as to how this could happen, but everyone I asked for this looked at me like I was speaking in tongues.

By Wednesday morning, I was five towns over and facing a scallop sky. I was a renegade, a runaway. I had my toothbrush and an extra shirt in my purse. I sat on the side of the street and waited for the sun to come up. I wondered if anyone was wondering about me. They weren’t, I decided. I thought about how quickly things can change, and how fast time passes, whether you want it to or not, and even when it feels as though it’s passing slowly. It always passes the same way, except that it doesn’t at all. Sometimes it’s fast and sometimes it’s slow. Sometimes it pauses completely.

Everything had started to feel like it was out of order. It was all going the wrong direction and at the wrong times. My heart was starting to ache and beat. I felt the beginnings of a tide starting to stir.

On Thursday, I was two states over and eating a pop tart that I stole from a gas station. It was strawberry flavored and the icing had started to melt. The day felt endless. I didn’t think about going home at all.

It had all gotten messed up. And then when I thought it wasn’t, it was still messed up. It got more and more messed up. I thought everything was better but it wasn’t. It was still messed up and then one day I woke up at five thirty in the morning and he was gone, and it wasn’t fine. It was still messed up.

No point going this direction. I fell asleep and I thought it would be fine, but it wasn’t.

I spent Thursday night asleep in the space between the roots of a giant tree, in the middle of the park in the center of town. I walked around for a long time looking for an appropriate space. They were all too open, too public or exposed, too windy or too hard. I walked by the tree three times before realizing that it had big wide open roots.

There’s no escape from time, even if you think there should be.

On Friday morning I woke up to a sky that looked like a fire the morning after, when all the coals are either burned out or still smoldering. I started to look for a place to get a coffee, just a cup of black coffee. I hadn’t realized before, that every house looked broken into. Every store looked broken and I saw a family walking down the street, and they all looked broken. The cars were all bashed in and broken. I took out my own broken heart and put it very gently down on the street, a broken and cracked street. I stared at it for a long time and then I ran away screaming.

I was still screaming when I got to the next village over. I stopped to throw up.

By Saturday I was trying to understand how I could still be existing here, and someone else could be existing there, and we both were still alive. I wasn’t sure how that could work. I was trying to understand how things go could go on without me, and I decided that they most likely could not, and he had probably evaporated by now.

I tried to explain to the woman at the coffee shop that I was running away from the heart I had left in the broken town. She said that I had an unusual technique but gave me a free coffee anyways. I nodded and said “yes, but there weren’t that many other options”.

“Hallelujah,” she said.

I went to Church on Sunday because I had nothing else to do, and because there were free muffins. I ate seven muffins and lit a candle. I felt like a new baby leaf, full of dew and opening to the sun. I sat outside and watched everyone filter out, very slowly like they were going through a sieve, and tried to see my own universe as clearly as I could.

Everything gleamed in the sunlight. I felt like the candle I lit, burning down to the wick.

On Monday, I slept under Columba and she burned above me in the sky, a dove.

When I went to get my coffee on Tuesday, I told the woman behind the counter the same story I told the last woman, and I explained that I wasn’t sure minds change back.

She looked at me and handed me a coffee, black and extra hot.

It’s not about being loved by someone else.

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Photographer – Katie Burdon Stylist – Sharkkana Model – Lola Parnell @ Profile Model Management Model – Miranda Fergusson @ First Model Management Make-up – Wilma Stigson Lundin Hair Stylist - Ryan MacGregor Wardrobe: Lydia Bolton, Joanna Berling, Sophie Cull Candy

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‘The First Break-Up Epiphany’

LOSS AS EMPOWERMENT That soul crushing heartache that comes along with losing someone you care about, is nothing short of devastating. Everyone says you’ll be fine, but it feels as though they don’t really get it. The first love break-up is a rite of passage, but a shitty one.

This is when I had, and several of my girlfriends had, a break-up epiphany.

We’re culturally programmed to compete with each other for the attention of boys, and value ourselves based on attention from men. It’s actually pretty sickening to think about. When people are young, it’s easy to fall into roles that you see play out in popular culture, without a consciousness of what the assumed roles mean. Unless we’re lucky enough to have great parents who ignore patriarchal societal pressure, women can be at university before they think about feminism in depth. In first relationships, immaturity and inexperience unavoidably puts girls in a position where they invest their entire soul in a relationship. When this threatens to end, it’s overwhelming.

It’s hard to know how strong you are until you have to be. The thought of losing that special person can make your stomach squeeze and squirm, but once you’ve been through a breakup, it’s easier to envisage a ‘you’ without them, because you know that you can come through a messy time and be stronger and more beautiful than ever.

WORDS BY ANNABEL WATERHOUSE-BIGGINS

Girls, turn that loss into empowerment.

AN ODE TO MY BEDROOM F L O O R IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE LAST LAYED A R O U N D I GUESS I JUST WANTED TO CHECK IN , SEE HOW YOU ARE AND SAY THANK YOU FOR BEING MY SAFE SPACE

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From when I was 6 years old, trying to block out all of the noise around me with headphones blasting out, whatever I was listening to at that age… My memory has become slightly foggy. When I was 15 and fell head over heels with music (and boys, but lets be honest, music always had a much stronger effect than boys ever did).

To the nights I lay in the darkness with you, wishing for an explanation of why so many family members kept passing away within such a short amount of time. Hoping a sign would appear in the shadows surrounding me and miraculously explain everything I couldn’t comprehend. Answers didn’t appear but the stillness helped whilst I broke down, I felt a weight crushing my chest and the vast bottomless pit open in my stomach. You let me stay there frozen in time until I could bring myself to stand up and crawl into bed exhausted.

The times I lay listening to the band that guy said made him think of me, whilst I grinned like an idiot and drifted into my imaginary world (guys managed to catch up, music still has the edge, but it was a close call for a while there). Thank you for being there a few months later when it fell apart and I fell back to earth with an almighty crash. Nothing was what I had thought. Elvis Costello, The Libertines and The Cure played on endless loops for a couple weeks whilst my emotions bounced around the negative spectrum till I eventually stopped listening to the heart wrenching lyrics, I stopped beating myself up, stood up and went to see my best friend (and her dogs).

You were always there for the best times too, laying there listening to my favourite band release their new album which I never thought I would see, the letter that I got into university, the messages from my best friend, the countless amount of shoes, the laughing fits, the dancing and most probably unbearable singing.

But most of all, thank you for being there during the hard times, when my world and my mind fell shattered into a mess of pieces that I didn’t know how to put back together. Finishing a book which tore out my heart (F. Scott Fitzgerald was usually responsible) to the loss of family members I thought were invincible, the relationships that didn’t workout the way we had day dreamed, the idol that left too soon and the old friends that drifted away, even the realisation that what I was studying at university probably wasn’t what I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing.

Feeling lost and helpless became too common of an occurrence in the last 5 years but thank you for being there when I needed to crumble, overwhelmed with hormones, and hide from the life outside of these four walls. Every emotion poured out onto this floor, the stillness and lack of judgement allowed me to truly accept each emotion whilst I lay there.

I have no doubt that I will need to return to you eventually for the comfort that only this safe space can provide, but right now I’m enjoying the less frequent visits, but thank you and I will see you soon.

Words by Jessica Borden

P.S. I saw the bands live that we day dreamed of, I didn’t run away with them…but I guess I’m only 22, there is always time. Also, sorry for the abundance of shoes, clothes and records scattered across you, I will sort that out…promise.

PHOTOGRAPHER: CHLOE SHEPPARD STYLIST: CADDY DAVIES MAKE UP ARTIST: RACHEL THOMAS MODEL: GEORGIA @ PREMIER

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R O M A N C E

This seasons catwalk was littered with references to romance and femininity but not as you know it. The purpose of these clothes is not to entice a romantic interest instead they adorn and celebrate the body just for the wearers delight. Shows like Simone Rocha and Molly Goddard made tonnes of tulle coo by using modern silloheutes.

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We’ve covered it before, and we’ll cover it again. But this time, raw and frayed. Whether it’s denim jackets or jeans, 2017 has taken the ‘ripped jean’ trend that we saw all over last year, even further. That old cami you wore in 2015? Tear off that hem and fray the neckline and it’s up-scaled for right now.

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Sometimes, it seems only right that we should all wear our feelings of angst, especially on a Monday. This punk trend has been brewing on the catwalk for a few seasons . Add a safety pink earring and you’ve nailed it, girl.

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Shriya Samavai

Freelance Photographer Something I love about photography is that you can continue to live a moment that you've already lived. Experiencing something that feels really important, or beautiful, worthy of being documented for whatever reason, and returning to it. I think the reason that I was really drawn to it when I was younger was that I was very bored growing up and it was something to do, but also a reminder that I could make beautiful things and that there were many beautiful things around me, even when it didn't feel like that. I would go to the woods, or go to the cornfields, and it was nice to be able to find things that felt ugly and make them into something wonderful.

I grew up in a really small town in the Midwest and I didn't have the representation that I would have liked to have had, and that's what I'm trying to create now. I didn't see myself or people like me represented in any media, television, or movies. So when I moved to New York, I started making a big effort to photograph people who are typically underrepresented, including people of color and non-binary people.

If I’m going to be in this industry, I want to bring people who are not typically what you would see every day in a magazine. Everybody needs to be reminded that they are worthy of something. Now more than ever it is important to remind people that they are important and valuable, and that they are seen. Sometimes if you live in a small town, and you are not being told this, you feel like you don't matter. Sometimes you need to find that motivation, and it needs to come from the outside, someone telling you that you are important: your thoughts are important, your ideas, your creativity, your art, your fashion sense, it all matters. I didn't get that until I moved out here [to New York]. I'm glad I did, so I want to give that back to people who are in the position that I was in then.

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PHOTOGRAPHY AND WORDS BY VICTORIA CAMPA

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Chelsea Miller

Founder & CEO of WeBelieve, and organization that aims to empower young black women For me, love is the combination of sacrifice and resilience, and that's what I’ve seen so much in my life from the people who have loved me. Resilience in knowing that love is ever-changing and that it’s hard, but it is worth it.

Sacrifice in terms of time, in terms of energy, and also knowing that if you love something strong enough it is okay to give something else up; it’s not necessarily a loss, but an exchange.

I think WeBelieve is a manifestation of that love, in the sense of me giving a part of my life to this cause, to this mission. In turn I get back the knowledge that I'm changing lives and that there are people who are going to go out into the world and doing amazing things because of it. I don't think love is something you can measure, it’s just something you feel and you believe in. In a world where everything is constantly trying to be quantified, it’s a relief to know that.

This is tough. It’s difficult to navigate being a college women as well as doing this work, and what that looks like to be not only charged with creating a team that’s effective at a very young age, but then also facing other people doing similar work. You have to love it, it has to be your passion that speaks to it more than anything. That is what drives us and that is what drives the people who support the work that we do as well, everywhere from the girls that we work with, to the parents, to the school officials, sponsors, partners. They see the passion and they believe in it. Once you love something enough to fight for it and see the beauty in it even if there are faults, then that makes it so much easier. But you just have to sometimes take that risk: if you love something, then go for it. I don't know if I’d be happy doing anything else knowing that this is the work that I’ve been called to do.

PHOTOGRAPHY AND WORDS BY VICTORIA CAMPA

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Emma Mercury

Founder & Editor-in-Chief of The Messy Heads The very first place that you find love is in you. You have to really belong in your own skin and in your own mind, and make a safe space for yourself. People can give you love, but if you’re not giving it to yourself you don’t know how to accept it. Once you have that home in your heart, or that love for yourself, then you’ll find it in the weirdest places and in the weirdest people.

To me, loving yourself means not comparing yourself to anybody, not even a past version of yourself. It is truly loving what you are right now.

One of the greatest things that you could do when you love someone is to let them be themselves, their full selves. A lot of times we have an idea of the person we want to be with, like a checklist we need to fill in, but no one is perfect, everyone is lacking, and everyone also has beautiful gifts. When you really love someone and you really want to be with someone, you have to put aside what you think you want and really just love them for what they are and appreciate all the facets of who they are.

There are a lot of people out there that you could love. And you’re never going to meet all of them, but you don't need to pursue all of them. Things happen the way they’re supposed to, and if you feel that this person that you’ve met is the one, then they can be.

I'm in love with New York City. I love being a quiet bystander to life. I love going on walks alone, listening music, and I love seeing the patterns of experiences play out before me. Love is very connected to this feeling of belonging, whether you belong with yourself, or with a person, or in a place. When you think, “I’m here, and I’m here for a reason.” And that’s what I feel when I’m walking around New York alone. That there is no point to life without love.

PHOTOGRAPHY AND INTERVIEW BY VICTORIA CAMPA

IT’S TIME FOR REAL CHANGE NOT £500 SLOGAN T-SHIRTS Diversity And Political Awareness Are NOT Trends.

They Are Movements.

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The world is in turmoil.

From Donald Trump to Brexit, there is a lot happening for creatives to comment on, protest against and react to. Fashion works in trends, tracking them, creating them and riding the wave with them. It would be comforting to believe that, as an industry, fashion is moving towards a genuine progression in its representation and that the political messages they are pushing reflect the authentic beliefs of the designer. Yet, somehow it doesn’t sit right when those same designers have cast the typical ‘white girl’season after season and profit from selling their clothes to the richest of the rich, most of whom probably support and benefit from a conservative government.

Diversity is not a trend. Diversity is our lives; every single one of us. The fashion and beauty industries put in a lot of effort to make us feel so bad about ourselves that we feel we must buy their products, but why not try it the other way around? We want to see ourselves, our friends, the people we walk past everyday all represented. It is about DIVERSITY. Gender, body shape, race, about young trans men and women knowing that they are beautiful enough to be on the cover of Vogue. Do not try to sell a shrunken down, white-washed version of our movement back to us as the latest fashion trend.

The political activism on the Fall 2017 catwalks, was not wholly futile. This season has seen a shift away from designers using political movements without taking part in a wider campaigns for change. Karl Lagerfeld’s Spring 2016 collection for Chanel came under heavy criticism because the designer had made anti-feminist comments in the past and has never shown support for the movement.

Now, however, designers are doing more to ensure that their actions speak as loudly as their slogan t-shirts. Prabal Gurung’s Fall 2017 show closed with Bella Hadid in a t-shirt reading, “The Future is Female”.

However, all proceeds from this t-shirt will be donated to the American Civil Liberties Union, an organisation that defends the rights and freedoms of all US citizens and is particular vital following Trump’s attempted Muslim ban.

Raf Simons’ debut collection for Calvin Klein had an eerie Americana feel. In the current political climate, it is impossible not to read collections in their context.

Simons’ collection conveyed the strangeness he must have felt as a European designer showing a collection in New York for the first time. The soundtrack to the show was David Bowie’s “This Is Not America”; an already creepy song made even more ominous given the political situation at the moment. At the show, Planned Parenthood badges were placed on the audience’s chairs. The CFDA announced that they would donate $5 for every badge that was posted on Instagram, though they capped their donations at $5,000. Fashion and social media are criticised for being frivolous and narcissistic, and they sometimes are, but they can also be utilised for positive change. Pretty slogans are all well and good, and undoubtedly a trend that magazines will report on in their September issue, but without a campaign behind them what is the point? The fashion industry has the money and maybe it should be donating it to worthy causes in times like these.

Change is occurring in the fashion industry. We are seeing more diversity on the runway than ever before. However, it will be interesting to see whether this will be sustained or if designers will give up once it is no longer seen as trendy. Fashions change all the time, but we will be dealing with the fall out from current world politics for a long time. We have to hope that fashion will not fall back into silence.

The world needs pretty clothes at a time like this, but it needs resistance more.

WORDS BY SOPHIE WILSON

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SUNDAY GIRL MEETS

HELEN OLIVER

HEAD FASHION BUYER AT PSYCHE

Psyche is one of Sunday Girl’s favourite fashion department stores. Being the leading retailer in the North East of England, and a huge overall presence online, we wanted to catch up with Psyche’s Head Buyer, Helen Oliver. Helen is the top dog when it comes to what is sold in Psyche. So whether you dream of a career in fashion buying or you’re a budding designer, read on as we chat to Helen about her advice and also how she bagged the eniviable job of buying for one of the top fashion stores in the U.K. What made you want to venture into the world of buying?

I didn't really plan it! I started working in Psyche 27 years ago when it was a Menswear only store, I started off on the shop floor and I was the only girl, when Steve the MD decided to branch out into womenswear I was asked if I would like to assist with the buying. I jumped at the chance, so it just went from there.

What's the best thing about selecting stock for one of the top fashion department stores in the U.K.?

Probably the excitement of developing new brands, its great when you bring in a relatively unknown brand and it works.

Sounds like a dream job!! What advice would you give to a girl wanting to follow in your footsteps?

The first thing I would say is you obviously need to be passionate about fashion and be in touch with what's happening and on trend in not only fashion but music, film, social media, celebrities etc..they all play a huge part in fashion trends. The second thing I’d say is it’s not as glamorous as it sounds! There's a

lot of travelling involved which isn't always great!

Yes, you get to see some amazing cities and go to the odd glamorous party or fashion show but most of it trekking around big cities in all weathers doing 5 or 6 appointments per day and have to be freshly focused in each one. Mathematics is a big part of the job, planning budgets, creating range plans, reading accounts documents are all important parts of the job. Having said all that it is exciting and you get to meet some great people and see some fab places.

Getting to represent Psyche at fashion week is amazing, what's your favourite thing about Fashion week?

To be honest Fashion week is more for media/press and foreign buyers than British buyers. It is very exciting and has a great atmosphere but its more of a showcase, it’s fab for inspiration but not as commercial as some trade shows .

For new graduate designers out there, what is your advice to them?

I would say show the collection to as many buyers/ stores as possible and take advice from them , if its not right for one store it doesn't mean it wont be perfect for another .

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ADVENTURES OF

SYDNEY LIMA I never met my first boyfriend. We’d chat every night on MSN, I had his names in emoji hearts as my tagline, I got butterflies when I saw he was ‘available’ online. But the closest I ever came to human contact with him was when a friend of his, who took the same school coach, gave me a CD he had made for me of Coldplay’s X+ Y album. A note on the inlay of the CD-R case read ‘I love you'. I felt things were moving too quickly and so that night I dumped my first love using the very instant messaging program that had brought us together. I was 13 and this relationship lasted 2 and a half weeks and according to my mother, cost approximately £42 worth of dial up connection.

A few years later and I was in my first ‘serious’ relationship. By serious I mean we would actually meet up and occasionally speak on the phone. Dating, as I then knew it, was sitting in one of his friends’ parents basement discussing ‘beats’ and ‘blems’ whilst I would sit quietly in the corner waiting to get a word in edgeways. Before long I’d blurt out a comment I’d read online about how footballer Balotelli once couldn’t get his bib on during a match, renaming him ‘Bibotelli'. With comments like this often being ignored, I’d tend to remain quiet and try my best not to pass out from the fumes. Despite the lack of one on one dinners and birthday presents, I believed this was the best it could ever get and was madly in love. This cycle of events would go on to last two and half years before I realized there was better to be had and gave up both him and cheap cider.

So, when do things start looking a little more like they do in the movies and less like an episode of Peep show? I had never seen Alabama and Clarence ordering inedible Just Eat takeaways at midday and endlessly refreshing their Facebook pages beside each other.

Well, things don’t change just because you start seeing someone over the age of nineteen. In fact, you learn age has little to no effect on a person’s emotional maturity. The thirty somethings in relationships with girls nearly half their age tend to still be struggling with basic life skills and incapable of holding down a job let alone the sparky romance you had envisioned. If you meet a charming 32-year-old and later see his Instagram page is full of 6 am #straightthroughcrew pictures and festivals where he’s wearing Day-Glo and a Camo Suit, think again. It can be fun for a few months but after the novelty wears off you’re left with an aching liver and a gaunt looking man asking if he could borrow a few extra quid to pay for this month’s rent.

Teen love gets a lot of hype. A lot of literature, screen time and songs are dedicated to emphasising the grandeur of these whirlwind romances that are supposedly inevitable during your teens. Well I didn’t think it was what it was all cracked up to be and I wasn’t alone in feeling like that. I often found my friends were in similar positions to me, bumbling along with a constant look of disappointment.

When I was 14 I had desperately wanted a tattoo of Pablo Picasso’s dove on my stomach, just left of my belly button. I wasn’t sure what I meant by it but I really wanted it. I hadn’t had anything out of the ordinary pierced and thought this parent-friendly image yet mildly provocative placement would signify me as a bit of a crazy cat and make me a very well respected year 9. My mum kept telling me I wouldn’t want it when I was in my twenties however I was adamant that this tattoo was very ‘me’, and that it would be insane to suggest I would get to a point when I wouldn’t want it. By the time I could get a tattoo legally the thought of a dove made me shudder and I opted for a dagger on my arm.

During your teens It’s a hard time to pin down what you truly want as your expectations and desires are constantly changing. As much as I wouldn’t want a dove placed on my hip now I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be listening to a Coldplay album. I had found myself transforming into a multitude of characters as I tried to fit in to relationships and make things work with different people, who in hindsight were completely not right.

As Tracey Emin said, ‘Love is what you want’. Love isn’t age dependent but It does help for that indecisiveness of teenhood to die down. My relationships as a teenager certainly made clear to me what I didn’t want. Those years were, in essence, a trial period. Only after experiencing a period of extreme highs and lows, good and bad choices and a collection of boys’ hoodies can you become consistent in your opinions and find this ‘adult love’.

If you’ve fallen in love with Syndey as much as us, check out her interview on our website www.sundaygirlmagazine.com

WORDS BY SYDNEY LIMA

We caught up with girl of the moment Sydney lima. Sydney hit headlines last year for her personal relationship with a certain indie-rock star. We met Sydney totally oblivious to this. We wanted to feature Syndey’s work for her talented writing (and wit), incredible online presence, her kick ass modelling career, her venture into presenting and her work with charities. Read her take on ‘Teen Love’ below...

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WORDS BY ABIGAIL DENNISON

Vijaya Lakshmi Pandit, (18 August 1900 – 1 December 1990), was the first woman, and first Indian, president of the United Nations General Assembly. She served as the president of the Indian National Congress twice. She was also India’s ambassador to Russia during the late forties, and the governor of Maharashtra later. Vijaya Lakshmi Pandit Pandit was sent to London, as India’s most important diplomat, after serving as Nehru’s envoy to the Soviet Union, the USA and the United Nations. Her time in London offers insights into the wider context of changes in Indian–British relations. GO GIRL!

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6 THINGS I’D TELL MYSELF ABOUT TEEN HEARTBREAK “ E v e r y o n e d r i v e s s o m e b o d y c r a z y.”

83 So, your heart’s been broken, you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to live without that person, you’ve lived in sweat pants for the last 3 weeks and you’re on a first name basis with the guys down at dominoes. Well, it’s time to put on your big girl pants and do some soul searchin’ honey!

It's really not the end of the world I know it's mad to think, but honestly, the world will actually keep turning, birds will continue to sing and Ryan Gosling will continue to be the hottest guy on the planet (Don't even fight me on this) Push through the pain. Stop thinking if only you'd have done something different. Stop questioning yourself. I know everyone says this, but in years to come you will laugh at how dramatic you were about this whole episode. And stop apologising if you didn't do anything wrong. The only apology that needs to be made is the one to yourself for putting up with someone who didn't treat you like a queen.

Realise your worth Did you know you are made up of 100 billion nerve cells (The same amount of stars in our galaxy) with each brain cell connecting to around 10,000 other cells which equals to 1000 trillion connections in your brain... and you're going to use all that power to tell yourself you aren't good enough? You're made of actual stardust, what's more amazing than that? So stop treating yourself like a green starburst.

You are a pink starburst.

Practice self love We live in a society that profits off self doubt. Always telling you that you aren't good enough. Plump your lips and then you'll finally love yourself. Buy this extortionately over priced make up to contour your face and then you'll finally be happy. Got a new job? Well it's not good enough, get a better one. Just ran 5 miles...someone on your Instagram ran 10...you ain't shit. Be yourself...but no..not like that.

This. Has. To. Stop. And the only way to conquer that voice in your head that tells you that you aren't good enough is self love. Eat right.

Get enough exercise. Drink plenty of water. Take a bath. Moisturise. Meditate. Do yoga. Do whatever the heck makes you happy. When you wake up in the morning, think of 5 things you're grateful for. Some people didn't get the privilege of waking up today. Take the day by the balls and run with it. Count your blessings. If you're holding onto something that makes you angry. Deal with it and let it go. Stop poisoning yourself with destructive thoughts. Your body doesn't fight to keep you alive everyday, keep you breathing when you're asleep, stop cuts from bleeding, fixes broken bones and finds a way to beat illnesses just so you can hate yourself. The minute you accept the sheer fact that you're alive is a miracle in itself, you'll start to accept yourself.

Take steps to strengthen your potential

Never depend on another person for your happiness Happiness is a state of being. Your happiness is not outside. It is deep within you. You can never lose it and it can never leave you.

Please never depend on another person to be your source of happiness. It's been inside you this whole time. What you're experiencing right now is merely a habit. You've been used to having someone there and now they aren't there, you think your happiness is gone. You were a whole person before them and you will be a whole person after them. The storm doesn't last for ever and the sun will rise again.

When you realise that your happiness can only come from within you, you'll understand that you are the Queen of your own life. And what's a Queen without a King?....Still a Queen.

Heartbreak might feel like you're now a broken person but this isn't a break up.... it's a break through.

Words by Chloe Webster @shesfunnyforagirl

Having a boyfriend shouldn't be the be-all-end-all. Social media teaches us that 'relationship goals' and what image you portray online are all that we should strive for. This is a toxic philosophy. By all means, interact with the opposite sex. We can all learn something by spending time with different people but it doesn't mean the only outcome of your interaction is either a relationship or nothing. It's 2016, men and women can be friends without the pressure of needing to be an item. Take time to realise who you are as an individual and not be defined by another person. Educate yourself. Read. And then read some more. Turn off the Kardashians and watch documentaries on subjects that you know nothing about. Teenagers spend approximately 27 hours a week online, stop wasting that time on checking up on your exes social media pages and make those hours count. You, yourself are your biggest investment, stop wasting your time on things or people that don't help you strengthen your potential. I always say...if it doesn't help you grow, then girl, it gotta go.

REVISITING

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Throwing it back to Issue One... We brought you Scott Lloyd, the indie-folk, Manchester based singer songwriter. As one of our favourite guys in the industry, we wanted to introduce his latest EP! As one of the most anticipated and significant songwriters in the North of England, this five track album titled ‘In the Garden’ made us so excited even before the title track started to play.

The beautiful 90’s photography featured on the sleeve and CD artwork brings pure nostaliga that no doubt every British 20-something can relate to (check out track 1, “Fish fingers, chips and beans,” was a staple tea back then).

Each song shows off Scott’s intricate, visual lyrics and soulful vocals but most imparticularly in Wild Flower, which is definitely a favourite, and that guitar riff and catchy hook makes Lavender a stand out too!

The whole EP is a knockout from Scott Lloyd, a warm welcome from Indie Folk fans and a regular on the Summer Spotify playlists.

Pre-order the new EP: http://scottlloydmusic.bigcartel.com/

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