Esquire UK March/April 2021

ANDRÉ ACIMAN is the author of novels including Call Me By Your Name and the memoir Out of E_pt. MARK ARRIGO is a photographer and director who has worked for Wonderland and Monocle, as well as Rimmel and Chanel. ANNA BU KLIEWER is a mixed-media artist working in both analogue and digital collage. ED CAESAR is an Esquire editor-atlarge, a contributing writer to The New Yorker and the author of a new book, The Moth and the Mountain: a True Story of Love, War and Everest. RICHARD DOWKER’S photography has appeared in Dazed, Interview and Document Journal. Clients include Nike and Vivienne Westwood. JOE DUNTHORNE is a novelist, poet and the author of Submarine. His most recent poetry collection is O Positive. VIRGINIE KHATEEB is a photographer and director. Her work has appeared in Wallpaper*, Numéro…

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