FEATURE | ISSUE EIGHT | SCREENS Written by Liam Hansen (they/them) | @liamhanse.n | Associate Editor Between the corporate skyscrapers of Wynyard Quarter sits Media Design School at Strayer, the polytechnic that has spent the century so far cementing its place in the resumes of animators, game developers, and designers. From an outsiders perspective, it does the trick - like the other creative schools across Aotearoa, the amount you put into your education determines what you

EDITORIAL | ISSUE EIGHT | SCREENS Written by Tashi Donnelly she/her | @tashi_rd | Editor Your connection to reality has been interrupted by doomscrolling, binge-watching, and opening seventeen tabs you intended to read. Please do not attempt to disconnect. Click CONTINUE to proceed with Debate: Screens. Loading Debate: Screens… Please wait. I’ve tried writing this editorial over, and over, and over again. The problem is that there are no outside perspectives anymore. Screens

FILM COLUMN | ISSUE SEVEM | MATARIKI Written by Ricky Lai (he/him) | @rickthelai on IG & Letterboxd | Columnist The pūrākau about the formation of Matariki tells us that its stars were formed by an act of grief and anger by Tāwhirimātea, the god of wind and weather. To match, I’ve dusted off three essential films on the subject of wind. The Wind (Victor Sjöström, 1928) Checks out. If there was ever a more comprehensive depiction of wind in film, it’d have to be called Wind 2.

HOROSCOPE | ISSUE SEVEN | MATARIKI Written by László Reynolds (he/him) | @laszloreynolds | Contributing Columnist Aries You can have a holiday now (even if you can’t leave your neighbourhood, or even the house); a battle is over. The war, however, continues. You already knew there’s nothing outside the war. Rejoice in the return of libido, or you may even be finding it for the first time. Taurus A new wound (or a new cycle on an old wound) has been opening in the past few wee

CULTURE | ISSUE SEVEN | MATARIKI Written by Ronik Shah (he/him) | @reowithronzie | Contributing Writer I ahu mai taku mōhio ki te whetū, arā ko Matariki, i a au e noho ana i Ingarangi i te tau 2020. I te whakarongo ahau ki te terenga tuatahi ake o Taringa, nā Te Whare Wānanaga o Aotearoa. Ko Tākuta Rangi Mātāmua te kaikōrero manuhiri. I whakamōhio mai ia, mai rā anō whai ai ōna tūpuna i ngā putunga, i ngā wehenga o ngā whetū hei tohu o ngā wahanga o te tau. Ko te putunga o Ma

COMIC | ISSUE SEVEN | MATARIKI Created by LoverLotus @withatouchofameteor

SPILL THE TEA WITH TASHI | COLUMN | ISSUE 7 | MATARIKI Written & illustrated by Tashi Donnelly (she/her) | @tashi_rd | Editor-in-Chief Scroll to the bottom of this webpage to submit your own question for Tashi to answer: https://www.debatemag.com/spill-the-tea-submissions Q: Dear Tashi, I feel bad writing this, but I have a very irritating classmate. They talk over other people a lot and also talk over the lecturer, interrupting them and disrupting the discussion. I have neve

"Have you Eaten Yet?" COLUMN | ISSUE SEVEN | MATARIKI Written by y Priscilla Zhang (she/her) | @p.zhangxy | Columnist Illustrations by Sophia He (she/her) | @meoskyan.art | Graphic Designer Every time my mother calls from China, she asks the same question within the first two minutes: “Have you eaten yet?” For many Chinese people, this question carries a weight that has very little to do with hunger. Conversations happen around dining tables. Friendships begin over shared m

ARTS | ISSUE SEVEN | MATARIKI Written by Tohu Harris (she/her) | @tohu._.harris | @tohu_wairua_aroha_ | Contributing Writer Project Introduction This practice-led research project explores my identity grounded by my whakapapa Māori and connection to God. I seek to find harmony between these two worlds, culture and religion, establishing wairua as the common thread that binds them both. I navigate the complexities of this multi-dimensional state of being through painting and

POETRY / TE AO MĀORI | ISSUE SEVEN | MATARIKI Written by Koromiko Jacob-Williams (she/her) | @koromikoz | Contributing Writer We are star cluster, sisters He kohinga A collection of light with Magic dusted on eyelids the neon lights glowing Slowing Time We watch the sky blackout Midnight matching our cycles It is quiet and chaotic Te Marama, a guide We change We wane We take over the city connected Hei kotahi We return to each other under the blanket of hōtoke And