Today is Thirstday

my day so far in no particular order

Anya Gallaccio


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flickr lindsayandyou

copeland_whitney JOHN COPELAND

Muse - #14 - Ghost Without A Shell - Agnete Hegelund.

dusdin

model Raquel Zimmermann

traccenaturali

dusdin on flickr clouddinner

Mark Borthwick

Pete Voelker

Terry Richardson

Hedi Slimane

aimee brodeur

Leon Batchelor

iwdp

i hope you will be washed away.

Sunday afternoon is my favorite time of a week.

Rachael Yamagata-[Sunday Afternoon]


It's a choice to stay
It's a dream and I want to wake
You have blood on your hands
And I'm feeling faint
And honey, you can't decide

I'm a drug you don't wanna give up
Smoke your cigarette, make your love
You pour blood in my heart, I can't get enough
I'm drowning and you can't decide

It's not about geography or happenstance
Your need to fly and take a chance
Your need to shine to emptiness
And float on high and forever dance alone
Your scared cuz I feel like home

I hear your voice
I knew right away
If you were here
What your eyes would say
I have blood on my feet
As I walk away
The rivers are red
It's starting to rain

I'm not gonna live for you or die for you or do anything anymore for you
Cuz you leave me here on the other side
You leave me here on the other side
I won't live for you or die for you or do anything anymore for you
Cuz you leave me here on the other side
You leave me here on the other side
I won't live for you or die for you, do anything anymore for you
Cuz you leave me here on the other side
You leave me here on the other side
I won't live for you, or die for you, or do anything anymore for you…

I'm not gonna shed one more tear for you
Shed one more tear for you
I'm not gonna shed one more tear for you
At least not till Sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon...

x

THE MUDD CLUB

from Nylon magazine June/July 2003

See how NYLON used to be. So indie and inspiring!

stoned

ph: steven klein

a bunch

model shannon click

Emma Hanson by Taylor James

bradford gregory.

Cameron Russell model

Work_Duffer006BY takeshi miyamoto


Siwy Denim - SpringSummer 2009 - Look Book

LindsayLohan by Hedi Slimane

Nicole Trunfio in Jalouse January 2009 issue

model Frankie Ryder

ph Daria Karandashova

Wintersleep/ Search Party/ Me

Are you waiting for a miracle?
Are you waiting for a lightning bolt?
Are you waiting like a paranoid little boy?
Are you ever gonna come back home?
Do you believe that the sky is falling?
How you ever gonna pick up the pieces?
Do you really think that anybody will listen?
Do you really think that anybody will notice?

I used to dream about saving the world
Now i just dream about the holidays
I used to write so many songs for my girl
Now all i think about is floating away
I think I need a big vacation
I think I need a big vacation
I think I need a big vacation
Out of this place


Wintersleep-[Party Search]

100

I am super super happy today---100 follower friends gathered!
Hope everyone loves Some Requred for good.
x

Born to make you happy by Q-Club

夏宇‧交談

issue｜交談｜夏宇

1.
聽說住在北極的人們，他們交談的方式是這樣的：他們誰也聽不到誰，因為漫天漫地淹過來的風雪，他們只好把彼此凍成雪塊的聲音帶回去，開一盆爐火，慢慢的烤來聽。

那必是有關魚獲量、關於馴鹿、雪難的話題，以及關於該在海豹皮下提煉百分之幾的油脂製作蠟燭，才能預防燭火在長夜裡被凍成金黃色的花。也許還討論什麼優生學的計畫，因為純種的愛斯基摩人似乎越來越少了。火焰一舌一舌的舔舐它們，使它們溶解。他們溝通並且瞭解。跟人家聊天的時候，老想起這則電視上看來的，被自己詩化而不再有它原始的、誇大逗笑功能的笑話。這裡是亞熱帶，而且是春天，我們不幸面對面，站成一種必須聊天的姿勢，公園裡一篷一篷的不見得比我更耐煩的杜鵑；我想像不出愛斯基摩人他們彼此不同意的時候怎麼辦；憤怒的雪塊、爭吵的雪塊；他們戀愛時的雪塊，一定要好幾盆爐火才聽得完。

這裡是亞熱帶，比起極地的人，似乎更容易交通些，大概也更容易彼此同意；一首歌轉到哪一台都有人唱，街頭唱街尾唱，計程車裡都唱，每個人那些「啊！」的尾音尤其要命的像。看連續劇時更容易統治了，永遠緊張懸疑下期才能分解，永遠跟你的著急契合無間。

亞熱帶，春天，到處看見人光著胳膊指天畫地的聊，一篷一篷的杜鵑霸裡霸氣的開著。愛斯基摩的孩子們，他們或許覺得，生活只是幾捆柴火罷了的那種數學問題。

2.
那樣我就可以在出門前把話想好，免得碰面時來不及說，不知道怎麼說，或者離開時才發覺可以說得更好。獸皮縫製的小袋裡，就塞滿我要分送的各種心情的雪塊，還留有我微弱的手溫的，那塊是給你的，我要告訴你，我真想念你，溼溼暈暈的黃昏，請你來，我們一起晚餐，吃醃製的鹿肉，我要請你留下來，在壁上雕刻我們節慶的畫，請你為我建築畜牧的欄柵。
3.
可是這裡是亞熱帶，我有一半的時間消耗在緘默中，而在另一半里懷疑緘默的意義。我總擔心我的言語或手勢不能傳達我，而人是需要傳達的。人時時需要傳達，雖然他們常常發現，朋友有時候跟孤獨一樣不可忍受；人們光著胳膊指天畫地的聊，杜鵑霸裡霸氣的淹著，圓桌上擁擠的菜餚和忙碌的碗筷，六十燭飽滿無知的燈泡，靜靜照在一群親愛而常常爭吵的人們頭上。

六十燭飽滿無知的燈泡，我們常常在燈泡下爭吵，我不是有意的，我可以想出一千句一萬句該說而沒有說的話，那些關愛的話。而我總在事後才想起來，它們湧過來指責我當時的衝動和錯亂，直至熄燈，當事物的輪廓在全然的黑暗裡逐漸明晰？我看見你像一隻鞋那樣安靜的反省白日的路途和疲憊。我或許曉得，我只是懶惰和畏懼，一種奇異的明亮在黑暗中掙扎出來，我並且曉得我們是專制的，我們在彼此主觀的感覺裡都空虛無助，你是巨大如城堡我是渺小，渺小得如沙的孤獨，為什麼我們要彼此傷害，既然我們如此類似。

4.
大旱問雲霓說，你值不值得是一種仰望，雲霓化身為更龐大的乾渴作為回答。值不值得不是問題，事實上只有仰望一途，而在仰望和仰望之間，人們終將變老和失去一切，後不後悔都一樣；整個世界曾經怎樣抗議的嚎叫，演變和興衰它自己，歲月從來都是這樣一種看不見的狂暴，監視、追蹤，無聲無息的鞭打和壓迫。

而我們在鞭打和壓迫中許願戀愛，你知道願望是一種什麼樣的東西？許願前，一切可以是漫不經心的，安安穩穩的走著路，靜靜的紅燈和綠燈，靜靜的喧擾，走道那兒該拐彎停在那兒該按那一層樓的電鈴，整條街安排得好好的，沒有一個窗口一盞燈光會令人迷失和不安；我們的眉頭曾經服服貼貼的，不肯輕皺一下。那些願望就註定是清澈遙遠的溪流，我們一旦開始認識它，我們忽然也就認識，原來橫躺在我們面前的，是這樣不只一萬哩的乾旱。石頭和沙焦急的彼此質問，它們龜裂，裂痕就像它們曾經回答過對方一些什麼一樣。

一萬哩的乾旱。許了願，事物再也不是我們眼中清平單純的性質，它們開始沈重，背負我們愛戀時想佔有的不安，佔有是一切暴動的本質，你就開始認清楚時間和生命了，你發現，彼此傷害的兩個人，原來我們感覺過同樣的疼痛。

5.
你也就瞭解，傷害甚至是必要的，儘管我們如此的類似，通過傷害，像吸吮果子一樣吸吮彼此的美味。我不是願意這樣傷害你的，只是我愛戀著了，我身不由己。我查覺那種由皮膚深處慢慢滲出的淚和喜悅，它們最初是突兀的，沒有任何的預兆，不曾聽說，不曾看見，它令人逐漸的發現：所有的景象都自動的由它們原先的意義裡脫離出來，支持它包含它，使它一日一日的圓熟，一日一日的完整；所有的情緒都被抽剝出來；萬流歸宗的去詮釋它，去感受，和感動。

那裡面滋生著秘密，那些光華的時刻，抽芽的陌生和驚喜；我們是不是曾經以許多世代的成長，成長時每一分每一秒的膨脹和壓抑去等待過它，那個時刻，打賭神都覺得代的成長，成長時每一分每一秒的膨脹和壓抑去等待過它，那個時刻，打賭神都覺得遺憾，那樣完好的交通和瞭解，當糧食找到飢餓，豐盈發現空寂，大旱終於和雲霓相遇打賭，神都覺得遺憾。我們相互握著的手，沁出汗來，我們在鞭打和壓迫中許願戀愛。

6.
於是我就退隱到我自身最最隱密的角落去，誰的聲音都無法進來，我開始像一支圓規，不斷的重複和陷溺，雖然誰也沒有要求我必須像一支圓規不斷的重複和陷溺。你知道人們怎樣以一支圓規來滿足他們象徵的癖好，人們認為那種圍繞著一個定點而存在的事實是好的，關乎堅貞等等美德。而我不準備同意，如果我像一支圓規只是因為我必須那樣，我只好那樣，那只是一種情況，很任何一種它們能夠自給自足的情況一樣，它無關美德。你知道，也許很久，也許不久，它也終將亡散和逸失，如果那關乎愛情。
7.
它也終將亡散和逸失。它可以死亡得異常迅速。此刻你這麼說，也許下一秒全然虛無，下一秒你這麼說下下一秒全然虛無，然而，感謝上帝，虛無曾經是美麗的，使人稍稍可以忍受那必然的愚蠢，可以忍受它們，並且如果有一天你願意遺忘它們而它們仍然固執的，出現；它們重新出現的時候，那是一個清晨，你忽然睜開眼睛抓起筆，順著
紙張隱密的紋路寫詩：
他是我二十歲時掉的那顆門牙
再也
長不回來了
它們重新出現的時候，它們失去了它們原先的速度，說過的話都腐爛了，比過的手勢都風化了，時間靜靜沈澱著你的勇敢和美麗，你的激情和溫柔，千山萬水濾過出來的冷靜，你和離你最近的人相擁抱，它們重新出現的時候，你想著，原來就是這麼容易的，也容許這麼容易，單純得像一種牙痛，拔掉它，也許就痊癒了。

8.
時間繼續監視、追蹤、鞭打和壓迫，你真得發現自己渺小。譬如像看警匪電影：那是一個簡單的暴力世界，看完覺得好寂寞，可以那樣截然分明的生命，特定的空間，特定的行動，無所謂仁義不仁義的槍口，大街小巷的追索，門扣上暗示機密和謀殺的指紋，再怎麼轟轟烈烈，它結束的時候，你離開椅子站起來，你只是小小的街口看完電影等綠燈亮時走過去的渺小的好人。

你只是渺小的好人，好人的世界是另一種疲累，經年累月的，走那條街，頂多張口吃驚得瞪視嗚嗚鳴響的警車，天涯海角去追緝第二天早餐桌上你閱讀的新聞。

9.
我們總和遠方競跑，比較幸運的是，並沒有誰真能夠跑到比遠方更遠的地方來評定我們是否輸了。我可以很放心的繼續下去，尋找下一站的花和水源，那也許遙遠如太空的無極，我將沿路辨識我認得的星座的名字，並且抵抗它們的光芒。生命是不是愛斯基摩人那種幾捆柴火的數學問題，你不需要同意，你接過留著我微弱手溫的雪塊，帶回去，開一盆爐火，慢慢的聽，你將看到火焰一舌一舌的舔舐它們，你將看到它們，亡散和逸失。

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Night&Dawn

ph: Mert Alas& Marcus Piggott

You should have loved me.

you should have loved me by Tracey Emin

meet me when you are 25

閃閃閃閃（The Shine & Shine & Shine & Shine）-《meet me when you are 25》

I'll be 25 soon. Thanks god there's always music with me at every age. Moby released '18' when I was 18. Here comes the 25. I will shine times four!!

poolside

Velvet Magazine, March 2009 Anni Settanta

"All I need is a big surfboard and a piano."- Dennis Wilson, 1969

bloody bloody bloody

Today, to sum up in a word, bloody.


model Asia Pulco by Marek Straszewski

adriana peti

sunset on a wall by Hollis Brown Thornton

Miika Saksi

jaime martínez


Memory of Running book cover by Jonathan Gray

JOHN COPELAND

magnus flair

Do Ho Suh

book cover by David Drummond

holly stanton

Tony Oursler

google 'shark eat people'
shouldn't it be bloody?


The Mary Onettes- [Pleasure Songs] x

Did you forget it,
or was it hard to realize the truth?
Head in pain,
from the search for something in your heart.

marion

Marion Cotillard for Madame Figaro

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PRACTICE LOSING FARTHER, LOSTING FASTER: PLACES, AND NAMES, AND WHERE IT WAS YOU MEANT TO TRAVEL. NONE OF THESE WILL BRING DISASTER.

Written responses sparked by the Elizabeth Bishop's poem, "One Art."

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day.  Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel.  None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch.  And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones.  And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied.  It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

April Mixtape

I made S an 'April Mixtape'.

I
A Mountain Of One- Lie Awake
Chew Lips- Salt Air
Green Concorde- After Love (nothing else will do)
Hard Candy- Tomorrow
Intelligence - Thank You God For Fixing The Tape
Maximo Park- A Cloud Of Mystery
Operahouse- Criminals
The Damwell Betters- Papa
The Music Lovers- The Blackout
The Picture- The Shadows

II
First Aid Kit- Jagadamba, You Might
Iron And Wine- Love And Some Verses
Labrador - Butterflies
Pontiak - Seminal Shining
Water Lily- Not All Soldiers Are The Same
Sore Eros- In My Heart
The Adventures of Kid Catastrophe- Broken String
Montt Mardie- Elisabeth By The Piano
Salim Nourallah- Don't Mind Me
Champagne Downtown-The Ends

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round and round and round

Alexey Kallima


Rei Sato


Tim Rollins and K.O.S.

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(我喜歡)纏著你

Who would believe Jarvis Cocker is shallow?

Jarvis Cocker-[I Never Said I Was Deep]

A typical love song, but still, good.

"I'm profoundly shallow."

When you leave, you still feel her on your skin.

film still, Joe and Heidi

"You know when you were a kid, did your mum ever used to spray perfume in the air, and sort of walked through it? She's like that."

"Like perfume?"

"No...see, when you leave, you still feel her on your skin."

-Film, Somersault (Thank u, S for the DVD.)

Found Song

Erla's Waltz by Ólafur Arnalds (click right n save)

dusdin's beauties

dusdin on flickr clouddinner

I'm supposed to finish my paper but I am here nonstop posting new posts and verifying my boredom.

what's the last thing you read?
Theft: A Love Story by Peter Carey .

who was the last person you hugged?
Bert

what's your current obsession at the moment?
download download download like crazy from The Passion Of Indie Music

what are you wearing right now?
jeans and teeshirt

favorite color
black

who is yr favorite designer?
N/A

if you could have any super power, what would it be?
conjure or invisible

what's yr favorite phrase?
Don't forget who you are.

what is your favorite season, and why?
winter. Coldness calms me.

if you could have a house- totally paid for, fully furnished- anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?
nyc

favorite vacation?
Tokyo alone, or southern island with a lover, or Paris with my best friend.

what was the last thing you bought?
noodles for lunch

name something you cannot live without
sense of happiness, love, music, blogging...

if you could wake up anywhere tomorrow, where would it be?
somewhere high up in the moutain with a lake in the front in Switzerland

do you nap a lot?
used to

what is for dinner?
dunno yet

favorite cake
cheese cake or brownie

what are you doing right now?
listening to 'Criminals' by 'Operahouse', and wondering if I've heard/known a song quite like this one, and eating green-tea-kitkat with osmanthus oolong tea.

Love Is A Mixtape

S always makes me mixtapes. We made each other mixtapes once in a while. But this time it's a little bit different. The 'Vive L'Amour' mixtape is along with a booklet, filled with lyrics, collages, his notes of love.

Having a mixtape lover always reminds me of 'love is a mixtape', and more..."He made me peppermint tea and I told him how he had ruined every song on the tape for me, since now they all made me cry. He corrected me, telling me that he had actually vitalized them for me by infusing them with meaning. Maybe he was right. " — Daniella Meeker (Mix-Tape: The Art of Cassette Culture)

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these might be beautiful

ph: Aimee Brodeur



ph: flickr sevgiliben




ph: This might be awkward

disturb its status of accuracy

art: Katja Mater

"The work can be formal by subject and in the way I talk about the medium itself, but at the same time I talk about escaping and breaking this technical context: I aim to trick the camera into recording non-existing scenes, I try to capture phenomena, moments and things which you could consider unable to be photographed. Creating more space to look at the medium, and focusing on photography as a creating medium more than a documenting medium. Instead of looking through a photograph, being a more or less transparent thing, I want to make my viewers look at photography."

autodrone

ENGLISH KILLS

andreas laszlo konrath,

HARD TIMES

Mitchell Spider.


Jean-Philippe Bretin aka n'roll.




Andy Dixon

nicolette krebitz

ph: Markus Jans

HUE

Federico Erra.

flickr anakras


Jamie Bochert by Philippe and Cesarie Yard

La frontière de l'aube


christian schmidt

kate moss 1997 by Tom Munro.

Adrian Parfene

Markus Jans

Jonas Bresnan

lise sarfati

Leon Batchelor

青頭一

jaime martínez

The song by Mendelssohn in the film 'ONCE' is...

Songs Without Words- Book 2 Op. 30 No. 6 Allegretto tranquillo in F-sharp minor ("Venezianisches Gondellied" or Venetian Boat Song No. 2)

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messed up

ph jaime martínez

ph: Camilla Akrans

bookcover designed by David Drummond

ph Özgür Albayrak

art by Dean Sullivan

ph Claudia Scholtan

ph:Markus Jans

Poor people who win the lottery become poor people who won the lottery, not rich people.

- 光兩天就聽了快20張專輯，剛剛有種工作就是負責聽新專輯的錯覺。我還是覺得一年看超過300部電影負責分級的工作很吸引我。

- 今天在選擇捷運板南線接木柵線的超長電扶時，我又一次覺得我一定是很愛超車的那種人。

- 這種關於未來的預感。

- 今天看完了No one belongs here more than you. Stories by Miranda July.

"Now began the part of her life where she was just very beautiful, except for nothing. Only winners will know what this feels like. Have you ever wanted something very badly and then gotten it? Then you know that winning is many things, but it is never the thing you thought it would be. Poor people who win the lottery do not become rich people. They become poor people who won the lottery. She was a very beautiful person who was missing something very ugly. Her winning were the absence of something, and this quality hung around her.- from "Birthmark" byMiranda July

random love

source: haw-lin.com

Let me be your music therapist

Here we go.

Admit you can never get answers to some questions.

Green Concorde - Down The Corridor To The Exit Through The Gates Out Into Safety (2009)

Genre : Indie,Rock,Post-Punk,Experimental,Denmark

01. Miami
02. Flowers of Romance
03. Planet Wwx
04. After Love (Nothing Else Will Do)
05. Silvercoated Buildings
06. Silence And Glass
07. Neu
08. Arrows On Fire
09. Death

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You feel it is not what it used to be, and you make your own jewelry.

Halloween, Alaska - Champagne Downtown (2009)

Genre : Indie,Rock,Pop

1. Hot Pink
2. In Order
3. Ends
4. Gone with the Wind
5. Hollywood Sign
6. Champagne Downtown
7. Un-American
8. Be a Man
9. Hurry Up
10. Knights of Columbus

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Reminisce Elliott Smith or anyone dead.

Amit Erez - Summer Conquered By Rain (2009)

Genre : Indie,Rock,Folk,Acoustic,Singer-Songwriter,Israel

1. Postcard
2. Fortuna
3. Falling Trees
4. Black Light
5. Oh My God
6. Clever and Strong
7. Cinnamon Scattered Along Your Shoulders
8. Alarming Sounds
9. My Will
10. Endings Get an Early Start

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Dance with your lovely boyfriend.

Pop Noir- Demo (2009)

Genre : Indie,Rock,Electro,Dance-Punk,Post-Punk

dance retro dance

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You don't feel like anyone else but yourself.

Sore Eros - Second Chants (2009)

Genre : Indie,Folk,Psychedelic,Lo-Fi,Experimental

01. Smile On Your Face
02. In My Heart
03. Hey, Look At The Sky!
04. One By One
05. Before Animals
06. The Dream Self
07. Below It Begins
08. Lips Like Wine
09. Over And Over
10. Landslide Fear
11. Whisper Me
12. Go Back, My Love
13. Tighest Touch

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LESSER

ph: Nicole Lesser

on the road

ph: Timothy Barnes

she and he

ph: Claudia Scholtan

two takes

ph: margrét unnur

Where is my punk spirit when I need it?

Wave Machines- [Punk Spirit]

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road trip

ph: Pablo Delfos

Peter Broderick - Ten Duets (2009)

Genre : Indie,Folk,Ambient,Experimental,Classical

Tracklist

Side A
A1 Piano & Toy Piano
A2 Travel Guitar & Thundermachine
A3 Viola & Laptop
A4 Shaker & Kalimba
A5 Pump Organ & Handbells

Side B
B1 Violin & Mouth
B2 Mandolin & Theremin
B3 Field Recorder & Postcard Weevil
B4 Nylon Guitar & Violin
B5 Banjo & Piano


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my day so far in no particular order

12.

11.

10.

9.

8.

7.

6.
I don't feel like loving you.
5.

4.

3.

2.

1.


13. Drumming of heartbeat
12. Fergus Padel- ''It's a vicious cycle. We both become unhappy."
11. Jack Dunbar- the whole concept of you turned vague, like white noise.
10. Hannah Davis- In need of plunging into the sea.
9. film still 'a question of silence' by Jesper Just- as title
8. Oliver Zahm-"I left my favorite scarf there, in Istanbul."
7. Bookcover designed by David Gee- Now Or Never
6. the Killers-[All the Pretty Faces]- I don't feel like loving you.
5. Chiara Balza- ''My car makes it a better place for you to get some sleep in."
4. Andy Dixon- Entire chaos embraced me.
3. Silvino Mendonca- left-alone wig
2. Tania Leshkina-The rubber band in my head stiffens.
1. maison martin margiela- ring and bracelet
0. Dropping of blood sugar

100%COUPLE

Claudia Scholtan

strangers

Van She-[Strangers]

Can you pretend I'm not French the way you thought
Over them Chucky where so lost in the dark
Home again, I know it's really you, turning blue
Now I'll alone singing space ships in the dark

look away fade away

Wai Lin Tse


Leon Batchelor

margrét unnur

Katya Ford

Agnes Thor

Aimee Brodeur

Ana Kras

louise by Pete Voelker

Joshua Bartky

AWARDED!

I received these two blog awards from this beautifully dreamy blog, Dream and Fantasy. Thank you, Agnes!

I would like to pass the award to:
1. Loveology- Mila, I'm so happy that I can finally pass you an award (instead of receiving one from you)! Thank you for being so sweet and inspirational at all time!
2. She is the...- Haylin, even though it always takes ages to load your pages, it's still one of my daily must-read.
3. Nicely Skewed Charm- Charlene, your are one of the most whimsical people I've ever seen. I love the your recent fashion project with Corrine. Gorgeous, you both!
4. Quentin Li- I always fancy Quentin's collages, and your dreams too.
5. Matilda Iréne Linnéa- Matilda takes beautiful pictures and her blog is amazing.
6. Ungt- Fresh and fun every day!
7. Lolita- The blog itself is far cooler than the title.

And this one to...

1. Regret- Fuse, you have good taste in music, movies, photography, etc. Your girlfriend tells me how good/cool you are every time I meet her.
2. I'm a dreamy, dreamy kite- Klara, your blog is more beautiful and dreamy than a dreamy kite.
3. Fuck you Dana- Dana, you know I always found your angst beautiful in words.
4. 139 lexatins y uno más- CheChu, you have the best music-and-photo selection!
5. Voiceless Memento- We have the same birthday!
6. Organ Myth- Indie!
7. Voices Escape- Kris is edgy, chic and smart.

cheers!

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Knox

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Andreas Banderas

Marina Bezzi

LuoYang

cigarettes mean nothing to me

"My dad is dead. And as I type this, by the window, on the rainy day, I am alive, yes. I am living. But sometimes it doesn't feel like I am doing it fast enough, or hard enough, or all the way. And it is times like that when I can understand wanting a cigarette in my hand, then my mouth, then my hand again. Holding the cigarette. Tending to the cigarette. Giving the cigarette what it needs. Tapping it in the ashtray. Sucking on it.

Then flicking it in the street, like it meant nothing to me."
— Amy Fusselman



Özgür Albayrak




Elias Tahan

with Malgosia for Noir

jessica-schwarz_by Markus Jans

from V magazine #53

Richard Burbridge

some rowdy woman by Greg Manis

Steven Meisel


Graeme Mitchell

Terry Richardson


MODEL Olga Maliouk

olya by Cameron Krone


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the cobrasnake

aangelina WAI LIN TSE

robolove.tumblr

I don't need to satisfy tonight.

ray

ph: Ren Hang

Suicide Barbie

ph: 平深

A scrawled valentine with an x and o if truth be told.

The poetry of my heart by Billy Corgan

Revealing now the poetry of my heart
Think birds in flight and you will start to come close
As faces come from the darkness familiar
To greet you hello again
They pluck those strings and sing those refrains I know so well, and hold so close
Now follow these birds faithfully, keeping those faces in mind
Over rivers and dales and soft greens until we come to the edge of the vast ocean
The biggest sea you may imagine and more
Lift your hand and let those birds soar with this sweet music


Fast we fly over these waters
Faster and faster until we blur, and our words blur, and memories of lost things blur too
The sun catches you flying
Imagine this from the perspective of the sun
Those birds and you moving the speed of light over the blue
Well, if you were the sun, you’d laugh too!
Finally, after such a momentous journey
You slow upon a deserted island, lush water with life
And on its barren shore you find a worn sea chest
Polished smooth by years of coarse handling
Open that chest and you would find inside
A single valentine and the poetry my heart
Dragging that sea chest around the bend
Thru sand into a jungle dense with flower and shade
We take the forgotten trail up the hillside
Up towards the laughing sun
Catching its wisdom as it’s given
Past the ghost whispers and relics of another past
Climbing to the very top
Because time will not stand still for us
But it will pretend every once in a while
And up here, forgotten, is just you, me
One sea chest holding a single valentine and the poetry of our hearts

A single bulb lights this room
It’s dark in here all the time
If the ceiling had only captured my dreams and nightmares alike, what stories it could show
She is here, the one
The one I love, desire, devise, rescue, all to my heart’s own sorrow
I'm lost in this room, but this is the place the valentines are written
The site of my greatest thought and saddest song
There are no birds here to take flight
No oceans to fly over, no islands to reach
No sun to catch my crying
This is the gift of oblivion and opaque dance

Revealing now the poetry of my own heart
Its sorrow and the nameless wish I called bliss once
Stripped of its title and junked for show
The bulbs swing, the kids sing
The rooster crows and I seek sleep
Somewhere past the scars and empty cars and endless bars filled with reminders
I want to climb from this hole
But still it requires your push
And intent requires desire
And desire registers in this body as need
Do you need me?
So push me over, my sea chest and me
The birds will follow me down


Retrace the steps, up to the ceiling
Back thru the bulb, into the electric wire
And out of Manhattan
Coming out another side
To a kid, a dream
A scrawled valentine with an x and o if truth be told
Revealing now the poetry of my heart
Rage and the canopies it paints
And the drawings it frame
And its real cage, me

my day so far in no particular order

ph: WAI LIN TSE




ph: Agnes Thor


1. I will have a mini conert tonight. You can all join me. Just give me a call and I will fill you in. S will be the guest star. He rocks.

2. Someone asked me to go watch the callas together. Not the white callas, but the colorful ones. So many callas that they are called/ turned into 'callas sea'. What impressed me is not the very-encouraging-and-brave-of-him-go-watch-callas-together suggestion, but the fact he was right that I haven't been to a 'field trip' for a long time. Smart guy.

3. Not very often did I discover blogs I can be addicted to. Yet luckily I just found one.

Domino Factory→ http://www.dominofactory.com.cn/ I hope you are addcited to mine.

4. My colleague just told me she knew someone whose name is Wednesday. Then we started to talk about names. There are people called April, May, June, but never heard of September, October, or November. Why? I think it is stupid to call yourself Wednesday, but not that stupid to call yourself November. What do you think?

5. 'He stopped running. He took aggressive. He took the game to me.'- Great.

6. My firefox is foxy.

7. Three things I want most now are 'explosions', 'romantic liaison', and 'you'.

8. Three things I'll never learn. Not to talk back to my parents. Not to be chaotic in chaos. Not to be afraid not knowhing what you are dealing with or where you are going to.

9. I am getting better playing Bach. I think I know better about meditation and repetitiveness now. Once you get older. It's always the matter of time.

10. Why do people say things they don't mean? Why do them say 'i don't mean it' when they really 'mean it'? And why the hell if they 'don't mean it' but 'say it'?

11. Money money money. Give me. Give me. Give me. Give in Give in Give in. Money is not about giving in or giving up, but giving me. Or giving.

12. How does it feel to be drunk for about twenty hours a day?

13. I don't know why I just despise your ex, but at the same time I felt sorry for her. But let me remind you should you never feel sorry for her.

14. I missed how you used to give me bruises when everything went wild.

15. possibilities are 60% to dye my hair. 99% to have dinner. 55% to see a movie tonight. 0.1% to die.

16. Chances are...

17. Forget it.

18. Maybe not.

19. I answered a stranger's question this morning. It was not a stupid question, but even if it was, I think I would still answer it.

20. S looks extremely charming when he frowns, when he explains things to me, when he eats breakfast and flipping through POTS at the same time.

21. Why are we prone to cry instead of laughing in the dark? Darkness draws our tears? Or maybe we're just far from insanity maybe.

22. naked. NAKED. Naked. nAKED. NaKeD. nAkEd. NAKEd. NAked. naKED. NAKed. nakED.

23. I got to go practice for toight's show. ciao.


ph: Arturo Pedroza


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ph: Raia Al Souliman

Dallas like strangers like I do.

ALL by DALLAS CLAYTON

RESERVTION

My friend believes
He must look like some celebrity
because since his new hair cut
he’s been getting good service
at restaurants.

It’s nice to live in a time and place
where this is the natural conclusion
one would draw.

PENANCE

With a hotel pen
I scratched all kinds of facts
on the other side
of that dollar bill
ones about how many people I’ve punched
and how many have punched me,
there names and ages,
and reasons we were both so mad,
and how we felt afterward,
and if anyone threw up,
or had to go to the hospital,
or snitched.

I spent it on a snow cone
flavored like tamarind.
I didn’t know what that was when I first moved here
But now I do
And it’s delicious.

HEADSHOTS

Every evening
he buys his smokes
and looks up at the wall
behind the counter
hoping it’s gone.

Every evening
it stares back at him,
the ghost of his faded attempt
8 x 10
black and white
bleached and curled by time
dead center
bookended by a sad comedian with a pony tail
and a professional weight lifter who signs his autograph with a smiley face.

NO NO MORE

Dear friend
there is a line you can cross
where she will break up with you
because of your beard
and how silly her coworkers all think it is.

You are nearing that line.

Teetering, even.

Once crossed
she will begin to see you
for who you truly are.

And likewise,
you her.

Dear friend
most people spend their entire lives
trying to achieve this kind of honesty.

And you found it
here at home
sitting on your porch
playing a mean guitar.

Well done.

Cecilia Sorensen AW/09

ph: WAI LIN TSE

unfinished list

idomenee magazine
nylon magazine
lula magazine
dansk magazine
distill magazine
oyster magazine
pop magazine
'dream and awake' book
浴室
所有男人都是消耗品
艷歌行
生活十講
秘密假期
Theft
The Siege
Athena: A Novel
Falling Angels
The Book of Disquiet
Into the Wild

Feeling lost but not losing yourself feels good.

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maya bird

http://www.flickr.com/photos/maya-bird

Mr. Black

ph: David Black

US AND THEM

ph: Oliver Helbig

come rain or come shine

I guess when you met me
It was just one of those things
But don' t ever bet me
Cause I'm gonna be true
If you let me

You're gonna love me
Like nobody's loved me
Come rain or come shine
Happy together, unhappy together
And won't it be fine

Listen:
Chet Baker

B.B King / Eric Clapton
Frank Sinatra
Don Henley

Sarah Vaughan / Miles Davis

Giants of French New Wave

When Truffaut met Tarantino
By Nigel Andrews

The French New Wave, 50 years old today, was the greatest criminal enterprise in cinema history. A gang of filmmakers led a raid on the Bank of Tradition. They emptied its funds with the sole purpose of closing a near-bankrupt heritage, so that a new art could begin. Drawing aid from their own fund of resources (literature, Italian neo-realism, vérité documentary, the Hollywood B-movie), they created a new syndicate in screen culture. Cinema, almost overnight, became an organised bandit art, united in sedition, steadfast in rupture, forthright in innovation, enduring in immediacy.

The following is a Who’s Who of French cinema’s legendary Gang of Seven, its reservoir auteurs.

Jean-Luc Godard: “Mr Red”
Far-left and fearless in spilling the blood of the ancien régime. The prodigal father of the Nouvelle Vague, Godard created its fiercest anti-cinema. His first film, A Bout de Souffle (Breathless, 1959), the movement’s foundation stone, was a plotless gangster movie about love, death and the existential life force. Mixing styles – Hollywood crime quickie, Platonic dialogue, Brechtian exposure of illusion – the film was the template for Godard’s best work to come. There was always a leftward lyricism; there were always subtexts on illusionism. And there was always violence, even when kidded or codded. A moment of bloodshed in one film produces the dialogue comment: “It’s not blood, it’s red.”

François Truffaut: “Mr Pink”
A pastel version of Godard – McCartney to his Lennon. Pink for the partial revolutionary. Tirez sur le Pianiste (Shoot the Pianist, 1960) was Godard gone audience-friendly, Les Quatre Cent Coups (1959) Godard with a human face. Yet pink has a steadier, subtler, sometimes stronger glow than red. Truffaut’s best films leave their emotional resonance longer in the soul. Jules et Jim (1961) is a freewheeling feelgood romance, a European answer to Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (before the question). Even Truffaut’s deconstruction exercises – his great film about filming, La Nuit Américaine (Day for Night, 1973) – gave avant-gardism heart and substance.

Claude Chabrol: “Mr Black”
Chabrol mastered the noir thriller and gave it Zola-esque, even Flaubertian depths. Human comedy, vanity, fallibility. Portraying the petit bourgeois household as unsparingly as Thérèse Raquin or Madame Bovary, his films distribute tight rations of sympathy amid the bundles of mordant satire. Memorable roles as plotters, murderers or victims gave hitherto little-known actors – Isabelle Huppert, Michel Bouquet, Jean Yanne – a fast route to Euro-stardom and world arthouses. Chabrol’s great decade was the 1960s (La Femme Infidèle , 1968, Le Boucher, 1970) but he can still craft tales with a deadly sting (L’Ivresse de Pouvoir, 2006).

Eric Rohmer: “Mr Green”
Every Rohmer film is an organic product. Faithful to nature, it is sold without contaminants or preservatives. People simply, radiantly “are”, in naturalistic human dramas whose growth is manipulated only to bring out that nature and that humanity. Even when Rohmer recycles – medieval balladry (Perceval le Gallois, 1978), classic European fiction (Die Marquise von O, 1976) – he makes sure the product is faithful to source with no genetic mutation. Almost inevitably, his only film to win the top prize at a major European festival had “green” in the title: Le Rayon Vert (The Green Ray), winner of the 1986 Venice Golden Lion.

Jacques Rivette: “Mr Blue”
From the midnight blue of La Religieuse (The Nun, 1966) to the sky-reflecting streams of consciousness in Céline et Julie vont en Bateau (1974) to the azure heraldry of Jeanne la Pucelle (Joan of Arc, 1994). This New Wave auteur sports the blue-tipped wings of the magpie, diving deep and high to raid other sources and prove that in good cinema “finders” are “keepers”. His name on the arthouse marquee never matched those of his best-known confrères . But they could never match him for unpredictability, for a handful of deep-sea astonishments (L’Amour Fou, 1968, La Belle Noiseuse, 1991) and for the occasional super-folly (the 13-hour Out One, 1971).

Alain Resnais: “Mr White”
The ultimate Alain Resnais film would be a white screen, purged of everything but enigma. Though not quite a New Wave member – belonging technically to the “Left Bank Group” with Agnès Varda (qv) and Chris Marker – Resnais cannot be sidelined in a survey of innovations in the wave’s wake or contemporary with it (Hiroshima Mon Amour, 1959). L’Année dernière à Marienbad (1961) thrilled the chattering classes, who saw themselves mirrored as Resnais’ human chess-pieces in a riddling game of life, death and memory. Muriel (1963), La Guerre est finie (1966) and Mon Oncle d’Amérique (1980) continued the quest for a perfect, crusading blank verity.

Agnès Varda: “Miss Yellow”
There is a demented sunniness about Varda. She could be a post-lobotomy Marguerite Duras. Her optimism prevails even in films with a dying heroine (Cléo de 5 à 7, 1961) or tormented vagrant (Vagabonde, 1985) or, most recently, in a memoir-movie about her own tragedy-struck life (Les Plages d’Agnès, 2008). A fatal illness took away her still-young husband Jacques Demy, himself a Nouvelle Vague doyen (Lola, 1960, Les Parapluies de Cherbourg, 1964). Death is a constant presence in Varda’s films. But so is an elfin defiance that produces the New Wave’s most capricious, erratically lyrical canon.

No criminal enterprise such as the French New Wave is complete without the countless contributions of colleagues, comrades and “backroom boys”. How can we justify omitting Louis Malle from the Gang of Seven (or eight if included)? Yet Malle was already in business on his own before 1959. He ran a small but significant import/export racket, buying in co-artists (Jacques Cousteau in Le Monde du Silence, 1956) before releasing joint ventures, or ordering lengths of conventional art cinema to sell them with his own fashion cut (Les Amants, 1958). He was enlivened, but not engendered, by the New Wave. (We could say Resnais was also in business before 1959, making Nuit et Brouillard (Night and Fog) in 1955. But somehow Resnais seems a figure from “after” rather than “before”, toying with the odd creative cap-pistol while awaiting the starting gun.)

Chris Marker (La Jetée , 1962), Jacques Demy and Philippe de Broca (L’Homme de Rio, 1964) must be included among those we regret excluding. And no group portrait of the “Reservoir Frogs” is complete without the man known affectionately, as “Frog One”, after the mastermind in French Connection II. André Bazin, critic and essayist, mapped out a new direction for French cinema. He was valuable even in catalysing the energies of those who disagreed with him. His vision of a seamless realism based on the plan-séquence (uninterrupted take) so irritated Godard that it helped create the acts of defiance, like A Bout de Souffle, by which the pupil shook off the teacher.

Or, to maintain the metaphor, by which the new criminal shook off the old lag and mentor. For the New Wave was a crime: that was its beauty. It was an outrage against law, order and aesthetic decency. If you have doubts that that was its spirit and agenda, look at the films. See what a preponderance are stories involving crime. In their early years Godard, Truffaut and Chabrol could hardly pick up a camera without depicting robbery or violence. The overthrow of society and culture was both their missionary activity and their favourite story.

Life and death. Destruction and renewal. Long live the French New Wave. But that is a needless exhortation, since it is impossible to imagine the French New Wave ever dying. At least until the next wave, still far off on the horizon ...

‘Nouvelle Vague’, British Film Institute, April 9-23; www.bfi.org.uk
Article from Financial Times

1942-1971-1975

Do you think he really feels sad?
If so, do you think there is anything specific he feels sad about?


I'm too sad to tell you (1971) - Bas Jan Ader

Bas Jan Ader was a Dutch conceptual, performance artist. Ader was lost at sea while attempting crossing the Atlantic with his boat 'Ocean Wave'. This attempt is titled "In Search of the Miraculous". His body was never found. His boat was, but later stolen.

I don't know why, but the silence reminds me of this by Jesper Just.

s-p-l-i-t

Lush-[Undertow](Spooky Remix)

You love shoegaze music. I love montage video. Don't we ever split.

Tim Barber

Tim Barber, a New York-based photographer, established tinyvices.com















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Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

film still SMOKE AND FLESH

"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."
— Louis de Bernières

My New Indie Electronic Crush

She said she was a person before they brought her down
She was better than this dark relentless town
She had another lover who kept her in a cage
She had sold her future and buried who she was
And I said
I can make you feel it


Home Video-[I Can Make You Feel It]

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this lovely editoril is for A VANCOUVER SPECIAL: SELECTOR MAGAZINE

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SPRING AWAKENING

ph: Taylor James

lara and anne

anne by jaime martínez

lara by jaime martínez

jeans

ph: Ben Rayner

t.w.o.t.w.o

from goldenfiddle

Dash Snow, Polaroid (No.111), 2005

kentsoul-rinse on deviant art


Serge Guerand

Tony Ward and Sveta Utkina by Warwick Sint

sienna and who

Ewa-Marie Rundquist

Daria Werbowy by Inez Van Lamsweerde & Vinoodh Matadin

the misshapes by jason nocito

E L I O C I O L

Cass Bird


César Lucadamo

t.w.o.

paolo roversi

Stephanie Pfriender Stylander

Bella Howard

Silvia Puntino

IMG_2493 from pig photo gallery Secret Party with PHCY, 55DSL and SUPER

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Uwe Ommer

Andreas Kock.

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vARVARA vEDENEEVA

retts wood

open organ

www.flickr.com/photos/openorganone.

6 is a number.

LOVE

ph: Bruno Van Mossevelde (via mike)

Disturbing night

film still 'Frontier of Dawn'

Disturbing the Night
New Morning
Tao
Awareness
Dark Wood
Intertextuality
Cello
Journey
Journal
In motion
Precision
Landscape

It's how you land that matters.

ph: nacho alegre

tattoo story

It's the one about the guy.
Who fell of the skyscraper.
on his way down past each floor,
He kept saying to reassure himself.
So far so good.
So far so good.
So far so good.
But it's not how you fall
That matters.
It's how you land.

Laura Ponte

ph: nacho alegre

desolation in color

Adrian Parfene

Federico Erra

Ren Rox

F003 PH BY OKOZYO

adriana petit

Hollis Brown Thornton

David Meskhi

formal plus sarahs visit 110

Sze Tsung Leong

chadwick tyler.

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Sandi Petrie

women, naked

Nicollet by sir william russell flint

Lady Godiva by John Collier

from dazed digital

zac smith

composition of romance

"Romance is 55% love, 5% betrayal of yourself, 3% ego, 3% romantic liaise, 2% ideal, 1% connection, 2% passion, 3% enigma, 2% sugar, 2% comfort, 1% reminiscence, 1% presumption, 1% persuasion, 1% deceiving each other, 2% caring, 1% explosion in the sky, 1% smiling, 2% understanding, 1% filling time by wasting it, 1% breaking promises, 0.7% poetry, 0.6% 1a.m., 0.1% bragging, 0.5% letting go, 0.1% just a feeling, 0.2% bickering, 0.3% dealing with other people, 0.1% insecurity, 0.2% letting go, 0.9% tongue, 0.7% compromising, 0.1% knowing when to stop, 0.1 taking aggressive, 0.5% destiny, 0.2% hide and seek, 0.1% blueness, 0.8% getting high, 0.8% getting stoned, 0.1% checking cell phone, 0.2% moisture, 0.1% hot milk tea, 0.1% roses, 0.1% pretending, 0.3% being optimistic, 0.2% losing focus and focusing again, 0.9% sharing, 1% rolling." – what romance is composed of on the morning after April Fool's by me

Rolling Rolling Rolling