Working from home can seem glamorous but also challenging. How do we make the most of our work environment? Advance productivity? How do we look pro on Skype calls with clients? Frankie breaks it down for us in just a few easy steps.

These Boots are made for walking poses a showy, theatrical quandary. As this is a particularly pertinent moment to examine the song in relation to its sexual politics and use as a protest song (These Boots are Made for Marching). A collaboration between Eden Mitsenmacher and Rebecca Tritschler undermines the idea of the archetypal “feisty woman scorned” protagonist with wit and pulsating udder-like toes.

It seems our consciousness is fascinated by our own hands.
It makes sense, for aren’t they a symbol of our agency? That endlessly fragile agency, the sense of which is mostly constructed, almost dreamt up. Yet we’re searching for it relentlessly.
Hurtling through space like that, is restlessness any wonder?

And so we dream…
We dream meaning into the vortex.
We escape to the woods. Our woods.
We code representations of our imagined bodies into cyberspaces and spend our time watching them.
Mesmerised.
There’s something out there… Listen carefully. A lullaby. A nursery rhyme. A mantra.
Meaning as self-soothing.

Dreaming while wondering how come we’re running out of places to dream, to even just sleep.
Out of space. Out of time.
So let yourself drift away to the sound of the hum of the spheres.
This too shall pass.