Banner Image: Letty carrying work from her Centre of the Known Universe Project. Image credit: Zoe Hitchen

Letty McHugh was awarded an Emergence Bursary in 2019 by Shape, Disability Arts Online, and a-n. How do you think your practice has changed because of the Emergence bursary? The bursary was created as part of a pilot project aiming to tackle the isolation, low confidence and marginalisation of emerging disabled artists, as well the lack of accessible opportunities in mainstream arts settings. Ahead of her return to Tate Exchange in March, Shape caught up with Letty to hear about how the bursary…


Carlotta (far right) is one of the founding members of the bandSalva Lopez

The homepage of HINDS’ website features a wide banner with a Polaroid image of each of the band members: Carlotta, Ana, Ade, and Amber. The Spanish indie rock band have an aesthetic perfect for the Instagram age: millennial pink fonts, hazy and vintage-looking film shots of the group surrounding house plants, and a Viewmaster on sale on their merch page. It feels like the band are living through their era.

Whether this soft-grunge image and the band’s authenticity is legitimate is about to be put to the test. Their upcoming second album, I don’t run, is set to be released…


HINDS members Carlotta, Amber, Ade, and Ana have produced an album bursting with energyMom + Pop Records

I pressed play on I Don’t Run just as I stepped into a nice, calm bath I’d run for myself at the end of an exhausting day. Having enjoyed the four piece’s first album and a chat with singer Carlotta last month, I’m not sure why I thought this was a good idea. It’s safe to say that relaxation and tranquility are not on the cards when HINDS provide the soundtrack.

Energetic, feisty, and loaded with a punkish, no-fucks-given attitude, I Don’t Run is as loud and proud as second-album-hype can get. The clear evolution from the more inhibited and…


Courtesy the artist and Arcade, London Maria Zahle

Anthea Hamilton describes the sensation of moving through the house at Kettle’s Yard as one of “discovery”, a “relentless moment after moment of finding things beautiful.” Each time I’ve visited the Ede’s former home, I am struck, like Hamilton, at how frequently I am overcome with an almost childish joy and fascination. As you walk from room to room, your pace inside is matched by the changing light outdoors. A sculpture may have a golden hue in one moment but cast a grey shadow the next. …


No Matter How Close is one work across five plinthsARTWORK: RACHEL WOOLLER | PHOTOGRAPHY: BECCA NICHOLS

You would be forgiven for walking straight past the five plinths that house Rachel Wooller’s latest work. Rushing for an ARC Cafe coffee, coming to and from lectures and supervisions. After all, the plinths themselves aren’t specific to No Matter How Close; they have played the same supporting role in several of ARB Art’s installations before.

Even when I went specifically to see the exhibition, the atrium of the Alison Richard Building was alive with conversation, coffees, sad looking sandwiches, and the odd mid-afternoon glass of wine. …


As midnight strikes on Halloween, the John Lewis Christmas team emerge from the hole where they spend nine months scheming and plotting, ready to ambush an eager public and monopolise the Christmas advert market. Everybody knows the score: like it or detest it, the omnipotent force of their annual venture into storytelling is unparalleled in its success. I feel no need to defend my undying love for the adverts; to quote myself in conversation yesterday: “it’s the biggest cultural event of the year”.

It is with pain in my heart that I admit that the quality of the John Lewis…


In the cupboard under my stairs lives an expansive, plastic-encased series of photographs — of my parents before they had children, my older brother before I was born, and of many people I don’t recognise. Among the fading film and memories lived my favourite photograph of my Dad: a still of him sat (looking effortlessly cool) on the steps in our back garden when I was very young. He’s mid-song, a guitar perched on his knee.

There aren’t many photos left of him in our house: when my parents’ marriage broke down and my Dad moved out, he took a…


(Ben Brown)

Building back up

The Falling Man is an instantly recognisable photograph; taken by Richard Drew at 9:41am on the 11th of September 2001, the image depicts a man falling from the North Tower of the World Trade Center after two planes, piloted by members of al-Qaeda, targeted New York City. 2,996 people were killed by terrorists during these attacks, and over 6,000 others were injured, to say nothing of the deep and seemingly unending fear it embedded into Western society.

In the early hours of Wednesday 14th of June, Mahad Egal witnessed a father throw two of his children from…


On the 22nd of March, a week after I broke up with my long-term boyfriend, overcome with the sense of freedom one generally expects after ending a relationship, I settled down to indulge in Mamma Mia — alone, single, and prepared to sing my heart out. Twenty minutes into my sing-a-long extravaganza, however, my phone began blowing up with the news that a terrorist attack had taken place outside the Houses of Parliament in Westminster. The proceeding two hours involved me sitting glued to my TV screen, with my phone in hand, trying desperately to keep up-to-date with what was…


Cher Horowitz is probably turning in her cinematic grave as I write this, but my love for the velvet Juicy Couture tracksuit sadly compels me to accept her ‘ensembly challenged’ accusation. It is certainly a rarity that an article dedicated to the defence of a tracksuit makes it into the Fashion section of any publication; perhaps even more so, the infamous ‘tack-suit’ produced by Juicy. …

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