I’ve never felt more young and naive than I have today.
It was one of those days where thin rivulets of sunlight permeate silver layers of cloud and everything looks oddly pretty but feels sad. Everyone moves slowly. Everyone is asphyxiated by sadness for no apparent reason.
So all you can do on days like this is to embrace the sadness. You have to sit in the passenger seat of your best friend’s car and listen to Youth Lagoon really loud and smoke cigarettes till you feel the cancer settling in.
You have to appreciate the naivete of being young and discontent.
It’s too beautiful outside. I’m laying in a bed of clovers and people are looking at me weird.
Cerebral work by Waldez Snegotskiy. To me, this feels like a modern version of Geurnica, my fave Picasso work.
Find me a person who doesn’t like SBTRKT. If somehow you manage to do that, make them listen to this song remixed by SBTRKT. Opinions will change.
It’s funny that I should stumble across this sculpture today because I was having a particularly feminist-driven morning. We get paid less, objectified, and overanalyzed. All men do is think with their penises. It seems artist Yoan Capote disagrees with me…this piece is smart and witty. I also like the classic Greek form.
Everyone “makes music” these days. That’s really frustrating for me as a connoisseur of music because I have to differentiate the fakers from the real artists.
I know Millionyoung is legit because when I heard them live I could feel how good their music was in my intestines and toes and quivering legs. Seriously, not enough hype surrounding Millionyoung. Listening to them on your iPod does not come close to doing them justice…
There’s been a resurgence of electronica lately. Its rebirth has brought a new smartness and elegance to the medium. It seems to be permeating hip-hop too. Artist Evian Christ has this style. It sounds sort like the love-making of Clams Casino and Sinjin Hawke