Music and destruction, the complicated life of Moby — If I had to pick ten people that left some impact in my life, probably Moby would appear on that list. I was fifteen when the notes of Natural Blues hit me for the first time. “Oh Lordy, my trouble so hard” There was something in the melody, the electronic…

Saying “I love you” is always the most… —

Art and writing — I met James on the pages of Medium. I remembered him because we both had something in common: Uganda. James is a Kampala native, born and grown up in the turbulent capital, while I could claim only a brief experience living in the country in the past. A polemical piece…

The cream of the week — Today I want to officially welcome Akarsh Nalawade, Andrew Kuo, Reagan and You-yeon Lee to the extended family here at UNDERSTATE magazine! Thank you so much guys for contributing with your work! …

Weekly playlist #7 — So is already May. The month of warm and longer days, the month of final exams at school, the month of long evening aperitives outside. Also, the month of Eurovision Song Contest! I don’t know if you’re excited this year, but I’m damn excited about it and I can’t wait…

Male spring collection 2021 — I had a friend in College that looked exactly like Andrew Schulz. I swear, if only one wasn’t making me laugh all the time with his wit humour and the other wasn’t a NYC American with German origins, they could have been brothers or something. Weird, I know. Everytime I…

5 good reasons to follow UNDERSTATE, like right now. — It’s been a week since I launched this new publication on Medium and is becoming already a great place to find and share ideas! My original vision was to create a curated space on Medium that promotes intelligent content away from easy clickbaits. A place of discussion that promotes plurality…

and eau de parfum. — There was always the cigarette after. Camel light blue. Pueblo only sometimes. Sex just before. We lay on the bed, exhausted. Cigarette after sex, I know is a cliché. She knows it, too. …

Afropop Edition — I have fond memories of my time spent in Africa. The perfumes, the people the colors. But most importantly: the heat, the mosquitoes and the music. Oh, the music! Forget record labels and Spotify recommendations, this is an entire world on its own, made of independent artists and clandestine radio…