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When Charlie Faulks talks about animation, it’s with a kind of unstudied inevitability. “It was just always there,” he says. “I didn’t have to force myself to like it. It was just this passion that formed very quickly.”

TW: Violence Against Women, Domestic Violence There’s this opinion piece I’ve had in my mind for a while; since starting back at Salient...

TW: Medical Neglect, Graphic Content There’s a photograph I can’t stop seeing: A small house in Illinois, 1938. A woman, Catherine...

On March 4, 2024, I was sexually assaulted by members of a visiting Vietnamese delegation. I was an international student from the U.S., far from home but trying to build a life in Aotearoa, a place I believed could be safe for me.

On Wednesday, October 1, 2025, Detective Scott Rankin called me into the Wellington Police station. I hadn’t heard a word from him since February, when Stuff was told an extradition file was being prepared for the Vietnamese officials who sexually assaulted me. At 6:30 p.m., sitting in a bland police office under fluorescent lights, Rankin told me the file was being dropped.

There is another, less headline-grabbing element of Cook’s experience that has led her to seek Parlimentary support: the absence of readily available, publicly funded, non means-tested legal advice for survivors of sexual assault.

Nā Taipari Taua (Muriwhenua, Ngāpuhi) It’s that time of year—exams are looming, lecturers are breathing down your neck, your to-do list...

“You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time”—Angela Davis For the past...

By Sophie Cook I look back fondly on a time when smoking was gross and pokies were cringeworthy. For years, attitudes in New Zealand have...

If you’ve survived break-up season, I commend you. If you haven’t, brace yourself: dating in Wellington sucks. 

Unpacking Politics' Most Beloved Shallow Phrase. By Maia Berryman-Kamp (Te Arawa, Mataatua, me Tainui) In this most humble of election...

When our money becomes bullets, missiles, directed into Gaza—towards children, journalists, doctors, families, people who just want to live—we must boycott.

By Pluto Rennie (He/They/She) "Humans are just selfish." You’ll hear it in lectures, see it in comment sections, feel it in flatmate...

An essay on the evolving landscape,  By Sophie Spencer  Historically, women’s desire and capability to produce art has not been taken...

Dedicated to my second mother, who is always here for me and filled with wisdom. Love you lots.  By Te Urukeiha Tuhua (he/they/ia,...

By Ryan Cleland (he/him) In Brazil, there is a sweet known as Morango do Amor, or Strawberry of Love. At its heart lies a whole, ripe...

By Dan Moskovitz (he/him) What is the value of a native species? And is every species of equal value? Ultimately, the answer to these...

By Marlena Chambers It’s 1 pm on a Friday arvo. I’m pulling thick neoprene on, balancing on a chipped boulder on the south coast. A...

Words by Jia Sharma (she/her) Calling all emerging artists! Meet Klo Promotions, a fresh-faced new presence in the Wellington music...

Angel Vic-Marie (all pronouns)  To the Free Store Wellington,  I want to tell you how I feel.  It’s grief and anger. It’s frustration and...