Honi Soit

1 week ago | honisoit.com | Ellie Robertson |Honi Soit

After spending a fair time away, Lime Cordiale made their hometown return with a laid back concert at the Metro Theatre. It was undeniably different to their usual shows, and a little bit less incestuous (if you know, you know). I had seen them before, and their musical talent was astounding. This time around was a more chilled out show, with less theatrics than they typically have. Louis and Oliver Leimbach were sitting on stage with nothing but their acoustic guitars and a backing band.

1 week ago | honisoit.com | Ellie Robertson |Honi Soit

“OMG GUYS… what if I’m pregnant?” she says to our group of friends, while we are sitting round the table in the living room, sipping at red wine. Everyone giggles and makes jokes about raw sex and “buying her baby clothes”. Her Flo app just notified her that she’s one day late for her period — at most, two. I laugh along, I guess, only because I’m supposed to. Truth be told, I’ve never understood the fear of being pregnant due to a late period.

1 week ago | honisoit.com | Alan Lau

Five years after the onset of COVID-19, its impact on my generation’s social and mental development lingers like an unshakeable shadow. As an international student, my  journey amplified this disruption. The pandemic delayed my plans to study in Australia by a year, upending both my academic path and my sense of self. Lockdowns, isolation, and an exhausting transition to a new country tested my resilience as an introvert — leaving me grappling with uncertainty that persists even now.

2 weeks ago | honisoit.com | Alan Lau

Premiering at Flight Path Theatre in Marrickville, Call of the Void, presented by the Sydney University Dramatic Society (SUDS), immerses audiences in a dystopian world on the brink of collapse. Written by Aidan Hale and directed by Scout McWhinney, the play probes the erosion of truth and societal structures in our contemporary society — or more likely happening in the future — challenging viewers to confront what it means to be human in a post-truth era.

2 weeks ago | honisoit.com | Kayla Hill

This summer, all prospective beach days and lunch dates were cancelled once I tested positive for COVID-19. With my family overseas for their holiday, I was left to fend for myself in the toughest three weeks of my life. I spent every minute in immense discomfort, wishing I could sleep for more than twenty minutes at a time without waking up with violent coughs and a growing headache.