Friday, July 31, 2009
porcelain doll
ph: chris heads
ph: karel kuehne
ph: Vincent Peters
ph: Carlos Nunez
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White Palace (Luis Mandoki, 1990)
ph: John Scarisbrick
unknown
porcelainbck by jody rogac
ph: Marcelo Gomes
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
REAL STYLE WITH MEN'S 2009 PRE-FALL COLLECTIONS
magazine: high fashion Aug.2009
ph: Kazuhiro Fujita
<3
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
my day so far in no particular order
She's Isabelle Huppert/Davide Bonna/Pavla Kopecna/David Shrigley/catherine pi/Lachlan Bailey/Julie Pike/when you are thinking of someone
7.28
The Language
Robert Creeley
Locate I
love you some-
where in
teeth and
eyes, bite
it but
take care not
to hurt, you
want so
much so
little. Words
say everything.
I
love you
again,
then what
is emptiness
for. To
fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full
of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.
+ Five Robert Creeley poems you've got to know about
Robert Creeley
Locate I
love you some-
where in
teeth and
eyes, bite
it but
take care not
to hurt, you
want so
much so
little. Words
say everything.
I
love you
again,
then what
is emptiness
for. To
fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full
of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.
+ Five Robert Creeley poems you've got to know about
Only Love Won't Tear Us Apart
The Cure covered Joy Division- [Love will tear us apart]
Adam Green covered Joy Division- [Love Will Tear Us Apart]
When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow
And were changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed,
Our respect run so dry?
Yet theres still this appeal
That weve kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just can't function no more
When love, love will tear us apart again
as the day grows dim, we forgot all the names that we used to know.
The Arcade Fire- [Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)]
And if the snow buries my,
my neighbourhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.
You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn.
Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well what the hell ever happened to them?!
You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to sing.
Purify the colours, purify my mind.
Purify the colours, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colours
Over this heart of mine!
Monday, July 27, 2009
The sky is full of black and screaming leaves.
Bill Callahan-[Too Many Birds]
If
If you
If you could
If you could only
If you could only stop
If you could only stop your
If you could only stop your heart
If you could only stop your heart beat
If you could only stop your heart beat for
If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart
If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart beat.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Go watch the movie again and cry yourself to bed!
ph: Olaf Wipperfürth
"I'm just a fucked up girl looking for my own piece of mind." — Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind
Dear boy, that love was there.
I've been listening to this song. Heartbroken.
When you feel hurt, self-pity, misunderstood, underrated, no love around, this is the remedy. Chew on very single word. Sing to yourself and sing to him. Pull yourself together, dear girl.
Dear Boy
I guess you never knew,
Dear boy, what you had found,
I guess you never knew,
Dear boy, that she was just the cutest thing around.
I guess you never knew what you had found,
Dear boy.
I guess you never saw,
Dear boy, that love was there,
And maybe when you look too hard,
Dear boy, you never do become aware.
I guess you never did become aware,
Dear Boy.
When I stepped in, my heart was down and out,
But her love came through and brought me 'round,
got me up and about.
I hope you never know, dear boy,
how much you missed,
And even when you fall in love,
Dear boy, it won't be half as good as this
I hope you never know how much you missed, dear boy.
When I stepped in, my heart was down and out,
But her love came through and brought me 'round,
got me up and about.
Dear boy, how much you missed,
Dear boy
+ Download: Bodies of Water covered Paul McCartney- [Dear Body] (via)
When you feel hurt, self-pity, misunderstood, underrated, no love around, this is the remedy. Chew on very single word. Sing to yourself and sing to him. Pull yourself together, dear girl.
Dear Boy
I guess you never knew,
Dear boy, what you had found,
I guess you never knew,
Dear boy, that she was just the cutest thing around.
I guess you never knew what you had found,
Dear boy.
I guess you never saw,
Dear boy, that love was there,
And maybe when you look too hard,
Dear boy, you never do become aware.
I guess you never did become aware,
Dear Boy.
When I stepped in, my heart was down and out,
But her love came through and brought me 'round,
got me up and about.
I hope you never know, dear boy,
how much you missed,
And even when you fall in love,
Dear boy, it won't be half as good as this
I hope you never know how much you missed, dear boy.
When I stepped in, my heart was down and out,
But her love came through and brought me 'round,
got me up and about.
Dear boy, how much you missed,
Dear boy
+ Download: Bodies of Water covered Paul McCartney- [Dear Body] (via)
Friday, July 24, 2009
LESS THINGS UPSET YOU
"The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you." — Lost In Translation (via)
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Everything was summer.
Farrah Fawcett（1970)
"Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind."
— Francesca Lia Block (The Hanged Man)
.
Interfiliere have released a massive selection of colours for their fashion colour trends report for S/S 2010
Sick Muse
Metric- [Sick Muse] (One of my fav songs from their new album 'Fantasies' (2009))
Everybody everybody just wanna fall in love.
Everybody everybody just wanna play the lead.
+lyrics
+ Also good: Metric- [Gold Gun Girls]
van, mindset and mistake
I fell in love again
all things go, all things go
drove to Chicago
all things know, all things know
we sold our clothes to the state
I don't mind, I don't mind
I made a lot of mistakes
in my mind, in my mind
+Download: Sufjan Stevens - [Chicago] (Don't download it. The live version on youtube is better.)
all things go, all things go
drove to Chicago
all things know, all things know
we sold our clothes to the state
I don't mind, I don't mind
I made a lot of mistakes
in my mind, in my mind
+Download: Sufjan Stevens - [Chicago] (Don't download it. The live version on youtube is better.)
DYLAN'S ISIS
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.
Le Demoiselles D'Hamilton
Those are beautiful. I heart the last one the most!
Click the above link for more from the book 'Le Demoiselles D'Hamilton' by David Hamilton. Beautiful nudes and a-bit-lesbian-i-guess-photos.
electric lilies lighting up the valley
"I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley."
— Francesca Lia Block (Girl Goddess #9: Nine Stories)
— Francesca Lia Block (Girl Goddess #9: Nine Stories)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Dear
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
A poem has something to do with how nature is a part of us.
BLUE RAIN by Dennis Schwartz
Your black palms
exposed me
in dharma
for what I am,
with snow quietly
falling
and
the grey wars
sucking
the heart
out of the ground;
You too were
old enough once
to have been taken on a ride
to never return.
Firewood does not startle you
when it burns
so slowly inside
your house.
Maybe you were luckier than I was,
when you were alone
there was no sensibility,
All the moons
you took with you
are broken promises.
The day bright heavens are
untouched flames of
Loneliness,
as is the snow
that melts
in the heart.
Under a waxing winter moon,
you make the first footprints
in the new snow
seem impenetrable.
It was only two weeks ago,
when I thought you
would be my lover,
forever.
(the above's my messy extract, click the link for the original.)
Your black palms
exposed me
in dharma
for what I am,
with snow quietly
falling
and
the grey wars
sucking
the heart
out of the ground;
You too were
old enough once
to have been taken on a ride
to never return.
Firewood does not startle you
when it burns
so slowly inside
your house.
Maybe you were luckier than I was,
when you were alone
there was no sensibility,
All the moons
you took with you
are broken promises.
The day bright heavens are
untouched flames of
Loneliness,
as is the snow
that melts
in the heart.
Under a waxing winter moon,
you make the first footprints
in the new snow
seem impenetrable.
It was only two weeks ago,
when I thought you
would be my lover,
forever.
(the above's my messy extract, click the link for the original.)
A young woman lives a life filled with bad choices.
"A love story about a girl, the man she is living for, and the man she is living with."
Dash Snow
source
+ His interview by Christopher Bollen from Interview magazine
The cult of Dash Snow grew quickly in New York. His art was young, rebellious, and fast, like flashes into the darker corners of gleeful urban self-annihilation. But over the years, the 26-year-old artist has proven himself an extraordinarily astute chronicler of the cultural moment, detailing the vices, sins, and ironies of the everyday machine in much the same way the Dadaists took aim at the mores of wartime Europe. Snow is a mixed-media rambler, jumping from photography to collage to sculpture to films and even to the set of zines he composed last summer on a fax machine with his partner Jade Berreau (the two have a 15-month-old baby named Secret Aliester Ramirez Messenger Santa Creeper). It's just possible that Snow is one of the most authentic characters the art world has ever seen.
CHRISTOPHER BOLLEN: How has having a baby affected your work?
DASH SNOW: Before, we were living in my studio with the baby, and it was by no means up to par, cleanlinesswise. You know, like, razor blades, rats, and God knows what else all over the floor. She wasn't crawling yet, but I would work on things at night, and somehow she'd manage to destroy them by the time I'd wake up-rolling around on collages that weren't glued down or knocking things over. So, I got an apartment in the city. I've ended up just working there on the floor at night.
CB: Can Secret walk yet?
DS: She can if she holds onto my finger. It's awesome.
CB: You just made a book of all of the Polaroids you've shot since 1997. How many are there?
DS: I went to my lab and got every Polaroid that I'd ever scanned. There were maybe 180, maybe more. I got it down to about 150. It's weird because I hadn't looked at those pictures in so long, and I really wasn't into a lot of them. I just saw things differently at the time. I still think a lot of them are good pictures, but they're just not things I would do anymore.
People say "the art world" but that's kind of generalizing. I'm not so concerned with it. I just want to hang out with my baby and make art.
—Dash Snow
CB: The title of your collage book is God Spoiled a Perfect Asshole When He Put Teeth in Yer Mouth. What's the title for the Polaroid book?
DS: I had seven titles, and I couldn't figure out which one to use. So I put all seven titles on the cover. One of them is Revolt of Human Garbage. This book is going to be the hardest thing ever to catalogue.
CB: I know you spent the summer making a bunch of zines out in Long Island.
DS: That and some collage stuff-but mostly zines. I'm on zine number 40 and when I get to 50 I'm making a box set. They're all different stories and concepts. Some are just random images from going through my archives. But they are really long. The shortest one is 80 pages.
CB: Is making work different now that the whole art world is paying close attention to you?
DS: I've seen what this kind of attention can do to people-when they let it go to their heads. I'll only go to an opening if I'm a big fan of the artist or to support a friend. People say "the art world" but that's kind of generalizing. I'm not so concerned with it. I just want to hang out with my baby and make art.
CB: And you have Jade, too, who is wonderful. You guys fell in love and had a baby so quickly.
DS: I got her pregnant in three days.
CB: I have a memory of you one night on a street on the Lower East Side holding a bunch of flowers and passing them out because you were so happy about it.
DS: I know now that I was never really in love like this before. It's amazing.
CHRISTOPHER BOLLEN: How has having a baby affected your work?
DASH SNOW: Before, we were living in my studio with the baby, and it was by no means up to par, cleanlinesswise. You know, like, razor blades, rats, and God knows what else all over the floor. She wasn't crawling yet, but I would work on things at night, and somehow she'd manage to destroy them by the time I'd wake up-rolling around on collages that weren't glued down or knocking things over. So, I got an apartment in the city. I've ended up just working there on the floor at night.
CB: Can Secret walk yet?
DS: She can if she holds onto my finger. It's awesome.
CB: You just made a book of all of the Polaroids you've shot since 1997. How many are there?
DS: I went to my lab and got every Polaroid that I'd ever scanned. There were maybe 180, maybe more. I got it down to about 150. It's weird because I hadn't looked at those pictures in so long, and I really wasn't into a lot of them. I just saw things differently at the time. I still think a lot of them are good pictures, but they're just not things I would do anymore.
People say "the art world" but that's kind of generalizing. I'm not so concerned with it. I just want to hang out with my baby and make art.
—Dash Snow
CB: The title of your collage book is God Spoiled a Perfect Asshole When He Put Teeth in Yer Mouth. What's the title for the Polaroid book?
DS: I had seven titles, and I couldn't figure out which one to use. So I put all seven titles on the cover. One of them is Revolt of Human Garbage. This book is going to be the hardest thing ever to catalogue.
CB: I know you spent the summer making a bunch of zines out in Long Island.
DS: That and some collage stuff-but mostly zines. I'm on zine number 40 and when I get to 50 I'm making a box set. They're all different stories and concepts. Some are just random images from going through my archives. But they are really long. The shortest one is 80 pages.
CB: Is making work different now that the whole art world is paying close attention to you?
DS: I've seen what this kind of attention can do to people-when they let it go to their heads. I'll only go to an opening if I'm a big fan of the artist or to support a friend. People say "the art world" but that's kind of generalizing. I'm not so concerned with it. I just want to hang out with my baby and make art.
CB: And you have Jade, too, who is wonderful. You guys fell in love and had a baby so quickly.
DS: I got her pregnant in three days.
CB: I have a memory of you one night on a street on the Lower East Side holding a bunch of flowers and passing them out because you were so happy about it.
DS: I know now that I was never really in love like this before. It's amazing.
Phoenix
ALEXANDRIA SYMONDS: You've played with some awesome musicians on this tour—Metric, Passion Pit, Chairlift, among others—did you choose your own opening bands?
THOMAS MARS: It is crucial to have a good opener, because you are responsible for the crowd to have a good time and listen to good music. We do choose them ourselves. There is nothing worse than to get a weak opener to make sure you shine more.
+ clicke here for the whole article
THOMAS MARS: It is crucial to have a good opener, because you are responsible for the crowd to have a good time and listen to good music. We do choose them ourselves. There is nothing worse than to get a weak opener to make sure you shine more.
+ clicke here for the whole article
At My Post
Grandaddy- [At My Post]
Out here at my post I've learned a few things
Like the sun ain't afraid to bleach out a dream
And the way that you were ain't the way that you will always be
撕紙的心理測驗(準)
將一張紙交給心儀的他，並叫對方將其撕開，
看對方撕紙的情況，可以測出他和你交往之後，會變成什麼樣的人？
(1)只在紙的一端撕下一部分的人
(2)將紙撕成兩半的人
(3)將紙撕成很多碎片的人
(4)將紙分成三～四比例的人
(5)不將紙撕開的人
測試結果：
(1)只在紙的一端撕下一部分的人
他是一個嫉妒心很重的人，如果你和他變成戀人的話，他更會強烈地顯出其嫉妒心，就連你和朋友去玩，他也會表現出不信任的神態。
(2)將紙撕成兩半的人
對方是一個不守信用的人，他有很強的個人意識，比起和他一起生活的你，在一起後他不希望對方會互相依賴，獨立的性格比起來較適合他。
(3)將紙撕成很多碎片的人
他是一個超級花心的人，他將你給他的撕成多塊碎片，代表他的心有很強的佔有慾，而碎片代表女孩子的數目，代表他花心的程度。
(4)將紙分成三～四比例的人
這代表他會對你至老不渝，每晚對方也會打電話給你，相約一起上學等等，你知道他會像糖一般黏在一起，但甜蜜的背後，請儘量自設私人空間。
(5)不將紙撕開的人
對方對你不會有任何目的的意識，對自己的女友會表現出一片漠不關心的神態。可能是由於他不懂表現自我吧？不妨給對方一些機會。
看對方撕紙的情況，可以測出他和你交往之後，會變成什麼樣的人？
(1)只在紙的一端撕下一部分的人
(2)將紙撕成兩半的人
(3)將紙撕成很多碎片的人
(4)將紙分成三～四比例的人
(5)不將紙撕開的人
測試結果：
(1)只在紙的一端撕下一部分的人
他是一個嫉妒心很重的人，如果你和他變成戀人的話，他更會強烈地顯出其嫉妒心，就連你和朋友去玩，他也會表現出不信任的神態。
(2)將紙撕成兩半的人
對方是一個不守信用的人，他有很強的個人意識，比起和他一起生活的你，在一起後他不希望對方會互相依賴，獨立的性格比起來較適合他。
(3)將紙撕成很多碎片的人
他是一個超級花心的人，他將你給他的撕成多塊碎片，代表他的心有很強的佔有慾，而碎片代表女孩子的數目，代表他花心的程度。
(4)將紙分成三～四比例的人
這代表他會對你至老不渝，每晚對方也會打電話給你，相約一起上學等等，你知道他會像糖一般黏在一起，但甜蜜的背後，請儘量自設私人空間。
(5)不將紙撕開的人
對方對你不會有任何目的的意識，對自己的女友會表現出一片漠不關心的神態。可能是由於他不懂表現自我吧？不妨給對方一些機會。
Hunter S. Thompson
google images
+ What family and police describe as a suicide note was delivered to his wife four days before his death and later published by Rolling Stone. Entitled "Football Season Is Over," it read:
Football seasons over. No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt.
"...He told me 25 years ago that he would feel real trapped if he didn't know that he could commit suicide at any moment. I don't know if that is brave or stupid or what, but it was inevitable. I think that the truth of what rings through all his writing is that he meant what he said. If that is entertainment to you, well, that's OK. If you think that it enlightened you, well, that's even better. If you wonder if he's gone to Heaven or Hell, rest assured he will check out them both, find out which one Richard Milhous Nixon went to — and go there. He could never stand being bored. But there must be Football too — and Peacocks..."
.
Bathysphere
Smog (Bill Callahan) - [Bathysphere] (Live Austin 2003)
When I was seven
I asked my mother
To trip me to the bay
And put me on a ship
And lower me down
Lower me out of here
Because when I was seven
I wanted to live in a bathysphere
Between coral
Silent eel
Silver swordfish
I can't really feel or dream down here
And if the water should cut my line
Set me free
And if the water should cut my line
Set me free, I don't mind
I'll be the lost sailor, my home is the sea
When I was seven
My father said to me
'but you can't swim'
And I've never dreamed of the sea again
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I went to London and die.
Morrissey - [Half A Person] (Live NY 2000)
And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I'll tell you the story of my life:
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
I went to London and I/ die
I booked myself in at the Y....W.C.A
(whole story)
+ 1990 "The Face" interview with Morrissey:
Nick Kent: In my favourite of your confessional songs - "Half A Person" - you sing about being hopelessly smitten with a girl who, after you return to impress her as a famous personage, simply tells you, "When you were hopelessly poor I just liked you more"... Is that autobiographical?
Morrissey: "Yes, that is all absolutely true. She does exist."
+ The Smiths - [Half A Person] (Also good!)
+ Live in Chile 2000
+ Download
something wonderful, something real
"What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real." - Miranda July
+Previously: Poor people who win the lottery become poor people who won the lottery, not rich people.
+Previously: Poor people who win the lottery become poor people who won the lottery, not rich people.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
IN YOUR EYES I SEE COLORS
SHE'S NATALIA V
SHE'S EMMANUELLE BEART
model Myf Shpherd
Owen Bruce
philip mueller
Jam
Elise van't Zand by Paul Wetherell
Phil Knott
Phil Knott
Paolo Roversi
pjmix
?
flickr bosquesdecalas
flickr bonitapimples
haruki murakami
cd cover doing it for the kids
Brigitte Bardot Smoking
I found the above pictures from pjmix.tumblr.com/ It's a very cool japanese tumblr with sources of every photo cited. I kinda hate photos without sources.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Two Movies To Watch
I Killed My Mother (2009)
Directed by Xavier Dolan
The Rain People (1969)
Directed by Francis Ford Coppola
Douglas Kirkland with Marilyn Monroe
"I can only say this: it was extremely intimate. It was just myself, the camera and Marilyn.... Frank Sinatra filled the room with his seductive beautiful ballads. That was the atmosphere of the evening: quiet, soft and enticing..."- Douglas Kirkland
+ More Photos: Douglas Kirkland with Marilyn Monroe
Yourself And The Air
Listen to: Yourself and The Air
(indie rock...mmm good!)
+Download: Friend of All Breeds EP (2009) (via)
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
Hello, stranger.
by Yee Ting
I was on bus 55,
sitting next to me was this guy playing sudoku.
I overheard him on the phone.
He was about to meet someone for dinner at Brewer Street, Soho.
Then I saw him on the same bus when I headed home.
He was on the phone saying, he met up with somebody for some updates, and had a good time.
It almost feels like he is telling me that.
//
I was on bus 55,
sitting next to me was this guy playing sudoku.
I overheard him on the phone.
He was about to meet someone for dinner at Brewer Street, Soho.
Then I saw him on the same bus when I headed home.
He was on the phone saying, he met up with somebody for some updates, and had a good time.
It almost feels like he is telling me that.
//
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
boris mikhailov
"I am not trying to take pictures of sensational things, but rather of those things which are in excess" - Boris Mikhailov (via)
+ some more great
+ some more great
until the master passion, gain, engrosses you
"'You fear the world too much,' she answered gently. 'All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off, one by one, until the master passion, gain, engrosses you. Have I not?'"
— Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)
— Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)
YOU ARE NOT ALONE HERE
www.flickr.com/photos/nirrimi
Listen to: Bajinda Behind The Enemy Lines (cool russian band)
+ Download: Bajinda Behind The Enemy Lines- [Gain]
+ Download: Bajinda Behind The Enemy Lines- [Gain]
"So much love around so much gain
Is it good that everybody loves me
I'm afraid I'm no feel the same
Run across babyI want you be loved
I'll give you comfortable shoes
Don't be so worried about me my own rules
Don't be so worried
own rules"
+ Via & More
Is it good that everybody loves me
I'm afraid I'm no feel the same
Run across babyI want you be loved
I'll give you comfortable shoes
Don't be so worried about me my own rules
Don't be so worried
own rules"
+ Via & More
Email me your photographs 2
naked
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Shannan Click, shot for Hobo magazine (#10) by Dan Martensen..
back_erika svensson
Carlos Nunez
estate of carlo mollino
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Bonnie and Clyde
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film: Bonnie and Clyde (1967)
Bonnie Parker: [reading her poem]
You've heard the story of Jesse James / Of how he lived and died / If you're still in need / Of something to read / Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde. / Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang / I'm sure you all have read / How they rob and steal / And those who squeal / Are usually found dyin' or dead. / They call them cold-hearted killers / They say they are heartless and mean / But I say this with pride / That I once knew Clyde / When he was honest and upright and clean. / But the laws fooled around / Kept takin' him down / And lockin' him up in a cell / Till he said to me: "I'll never be free / So I'll meet a few of them in Hell." / If a policeman is killed in Dallas / And they have no clue to guide / If they can't find a fiend / They just wipe their slate clean / And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde / If they try to act like citizens / And rent them a nice little flat / About the third night / They're invited to fight / By a sub-guns' rat-a-tat-tat. / Some day, they'll go down together / They'll bury them side by side / To a few, it'll be grief / To the law, a relief / But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
You've heard the story of Jesse James / Of how he lived and died / If you're still in need / Of something to read / Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde. / Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang / I'm sure you all have read / How they rob and steal / And those who squeal / Are usually found dyin' or dead. / They call them cold-hearted killers / They say they are heartless and mean / But I say this with pride / That I once knew Clyde / When he was honest and upright and clean. / But the laws fooled around / Kept takin' him down / And lockin' him up in a cell / Till he said to me: "I'll never be free / So I'll meet a few of them in Hell." / If a policeman is killed in Dallas / And they have no clue to guide / If they can't find a fiend / They just wipe their slate clean / And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde / If they try to act like citizens / And rent them a nice little flat / About the third night / They're invited to fight / By a sub-guns' rat-a-tat-tat. / Some day, they'll go down together / They'll bury them side by side / To a few, it'll be grief / To the law, a relief / But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
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Various ways of avoiding visual contact with the outside world using yellow isolating tape
art by MICHAËL BORREMANS.
i still remember bloc party
I, I still remember
How you looked
That afternoon
There was only you
You said "it's just like a full moon"
Blood beats faster in our veins
We left our trousers by the canal
And our fingers, they almost touched
How you looked
That afternoon
There was only you
You said "it's just like a full moon"
Blood beats faster in our veins
We left our trousers by the canal
And our fingers, they almost touched
Monday, July 13, 2009
Noritoshi Hirakawa's In Search of a Purple Heart
Admission of Desire 2003 by Noritoshi Hirakawa
The faith of consequence 2003 by Noritoshi Hirakawa
le murmure de la mer 1999 by Noritoshi Hirakawa
Heimweh nach der heimat 1996 by Noritoshi Hirakawa
The flame of wandering 1998 blood on paper by Noritoshi Hirakawa
le murmure de la mer 1999 by Noritoshi Hirakawa
Heimweh nach der heimat 1996 by Noritoshi Hirakawa
The flame of wandering 1998 blood on paper by Noritoshi Hirakawa
the unhold universe 2009 by Noritoshi Hirakawa
Tanja's World 1999 by Noritoshi Hirakawa
a prop of ethics 1999 by by Noritoshi Hirakawa
Tanja's World 1999 by Noritoshi Hirakawa
a prop of ethics 1999 by by Noritoshi Hirakawa
寫我4
常常不小心受傷/杞人憂天(想太多)/帶種/會因為喜歡歌的某一部份而一直重複聽那一首/愛咬人/喜歡貼紙但捨不得貼/vegetarian for the mercy of animals, not because of stupid religion/喝醉過一次喝醉會大哭大笑尖叫
98%正確
98%正確
寫我3
喜歡悲的電影(最好有詩意/失憶)/喜歡單曲勝過專輯/有時候會有不由衷微笑/喜愛新的東西/有毅力/會用全身的力氣笑/皮膚好/吃飯速度頗快/講話很直/會想把珍珠吐很遠/喜歡的歌會一直重複聽/喜歡節奏強的歌(特別是鼓)/一天到晚想要減肥/最近擅於說謊
97%正確
97%正確
Disappear Here
Bloc Party - [Song for Clay (Disappear Here)]
Oh how our parents
they suffered for nothing
Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
Like the 80s never happened.
People are afraid, are afraid
To merge on the freeway.
Disappear here
(...)
deutsch lernen/ cheers to
my 'deutsch lernen' notes from Franz Kafka on muji paperbag
Cheers to
by Ally Ferdinand
by Ally Ferdinand
All those afternoon bedtime naps and talks,
With you I feel
good.
Kafka's wording is not as precise
as your eyelashes brush through my eyes.
Bon Iver and Yo la tengo
mean nothing to me to be honest
mean nothing to me to be honest
except for the stickers you left
i collect
things you throw away i collect.
they are on the muji paperbag.
they are on the muji paperbag.
I become a too-good liar
and the summer melts in our laughter
searching for the nothingness
and disappoints the most subliminal.
escaping and disappearing completely have
become our biggest dreams.
become our biggest dreams.
x
Completely/ To Disappear/ How
Radiohead-[How To Disappear Completely]
That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here
In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here
Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here
my day so far in no particular order
cigateetes tumblr
lewonderland.blogspot.com
unknown
ph: anmassende jugend
flickr p_e_t_s
ph: Stephen K. Schuster
no fate but what we make by ANDREW LAUMANN
haw-lin.com
ph: Lucy Carr-Ellison
ph: Christopher Wool
ms john soda is fantastic!
You want to go somewhere beyond
Going to keep senses apart
You tried to get where you belong
Leaving behind parts of your heart
Mm, you are wise
Mm, you are mine
Plenty of
Un-voiceless
Going to keep senses apart
You tried to get where you belong
Leaving behind parts of your heart
Mm, you are wise
Mm, you are mine
Plenty of
Un-voiceless
寫我2
想念冰釀桂花/如果養狗要叫兔子/BrightEyes/我要一杯抹茶拿鐵/無數的英文課/今天有聽到什麼笑話嗎?/TearswhenwatchingNorth Country/早知道多買幾盒拍立得底片/喝湯的第一步驟就是胡椒加多一點/好吧其實是多很多點/燙?會嗎?/這是第幾本本子了呢?
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Sunday, July 12, 2009
寫我→
正在挑戰不吃肉/想養寵物/雜誌堆積如山/房間裡的DOMO也堆積如山/常被誤認為日本人/lu-yi.blogspot/喜歡的東西常莫名消失/即將前往boston/討厭無聊的工作與生活/朱天文張亞東村上春樹/可以讓我在房間裡養兔子嗎?
嗯...90%正確。
嗯...90%正確。
Thursday, July 09, 2009
my day so far in no particular order
Margaret Durow/ Jack Siegel / Grady O'Connor/ Erin Jane Nelson / Kike Garcia/ Katherine Squier/ Viktor Vauthier/ Gustav Almestal
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
cliche but nice
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep… wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you… The one who turns to his friends and says,"that's her." (via)
legs
Source: Sandra Freij/ Nadine F/ RJ Shaughnessy/ Ari Marcopoulos/ haw-lin.com/ Kike Garcia/ Rickard Sund/ Dorothee Smith for that summer 'near miss' album/Дима Zvezdopad/ John Balsom
那就是彈鋼琴的手
Drawing is about seeing
Dancing is about moving
Poetry about speaking
Music about listening
Let's say that you woke up in the morning and you looked out across the field.
It's very foggy you can't see very much.
If you wait a little bit you will start to see the outline of the tree.
And maybe with time you'll see a building.
And in time you might eventually be able to see everything that in that field.
And that's the way that listening is for me.
-Philip Glass (via)
Our Song
Fiona Apple -[Why Try To Change Me Now] (via)
I'm sentimental
So I walk in the rain
I've got some habits
That I can't explain
Could start for the corner
Turn up in Spain
Why try to change me now
I sit and daydream
I've got daydreams galore
Cigarette ashes
There they go on the floor
I go away weekends
And leave my keys in the door
But why try to change me now
Why can't I be more conventional
People talk
People stare
So I try
But that's not for me
Cuz I can't see
My kind of crazy world
Go passing me by
So let people wonder
Let 'em laugh
Let 'em frown
You know I'll love you
Till the moon's upside down
Don't you remember
I was always your clown
Why try to change me now
Don't you remember
I was always your clown
Why try to change me
Why try to change me now
+ Also by the composer Cy Coleman
