Choose Your Focus
A pair of eyes take in roughly twenty-five million images over a lifetime, yet only a handful ever rearrange the soul. I learned that in a Cairo cinema when Sherihan’s silhouette sliced across the screen like molten gold. Etab followed with a note so pure the theatre hovered. Suad Hosny’s wink wrapped possibility in kohl. Those women rewired my sight; they proved vision is muscle and motive, never a passive gift.
July’s issue works that muscle with intention.
Our cover sets the tempo. Andre Montana crafts eyewear the way astrophysicists perfect telescopes: every curve channels light, every hinge whispers a manifesto. April Branch sent her questions from a quiet Richmond dawn and decoded Andre’s California replies by lunch. Their email chain roamed from supersonic lift to the soft rebellion of precisely balanced acetate. He believes a frame is shelter and invitation in one; slip it on and the horizon edits itself.
Manuela Pirola turns that idea into a whirlwind. Her AI fashion story crashes mirrored vinyl into prismatic sheers until the studio feels like a kaleidoscope mid-spin. She isn’t seduced by shine alone; she asks whether reflection can hold feeling without shattering. Linger in her images and your pulse reshapes to the strobe.
Vision hides in numbers as well. Robert McFadden stalks a three-trillion-dollar deficit like a detective chasing a whisper. Columns mutter motives, commas swallow secrets, zeros widen like doorways. Where do we plant ambition when the decimal keeps shifting?
Fresh to the masthead, Linda Hendricks files from New York and Paris, cities that feast on appetite. She charts retail’s next leap where stores behave like playgrounds and shoppers audition for narratives. Who do you become when you buy someone else’s dream?
Dania Khan rewinds to first lessons in daring. In Arab Glamour she threads Sherihan’s hair-whip, Etab’s velvet tremor, Suad’s conspiratorial grin, then asks how today’s stages honor that lineage without sealing it in glass. The piece hums like backstage chatter seconds before curtain.
Alina Balijja reports from Peserico’s SS26 menswear presentation, proving a razor-sharp seam still quickens the pulse.
angi of Mova Wonen channels her Surinamese roots into interior storytelling, coaxing sunset oranges and river greens to flow through space and prove that heritage can guide colour with a sure hand. Manic Momboss charts how a sleepless parent turns kitchen-table chaos into a thriving studio, reminding us that vision sometimes begins with spilled juice and a stubborn idea.
Across seventeen features EVVIE 7 pulls desert winds through denim seams, Alexandra Popescu-Zorica asks if gentleness can out-think volume in the boardroom, and Sonia Haboub lets the Congo River Marathon teach her that endurance is a conversation between pulse and tide. I chime in with a raffia Sardine-handle tote packed for heatwaves: sunscreen that vanishes, a scarf that tastes of salt, whipped pistachio cream that settles like a promise. Objects, yes, but also coordinates for a season lived in full color.
Each story behaves like a lens in a giant view-finder. Spin one and edges sharpen; spin again and colors liquefy. The constant pull is clarity, the urge to see the city, the ledger, the costume, the coastline for what they are and what they might yet become.
Take a breath, steady your gaze, scroll on. Decide which beams of light you will welcome and which shadows you are ready to release. Vision starts as a choice. Make it, and the world rearranges to meet you.
