It’s no secret that I’ve had a longstanding obsession with all things Andy Gilmore. His work is clean, mesmerizing, and he has a solid understanding of tonal values that makes me wish I fooled around with Kuler more. But I’ve never found Gilmore’s equal in the art world. Many people have come close to replicating his canon of interlacing geometric patterns but have fallen short in sincerity.
Until I found Bradley Harms. Harms differs in one major way: medium. While Gilmore is almost entirely a graphic artist, Harms’ works are…painted. It seems impossible, but he manages to create perfect lines, colors, and eye sex with paint.
In the music world today, Wild Beasts’ music vid for Bed of Nails just came out. I dig.
NEWEST ALBUM CRUSHES:
Portugal the Man: In the Mountain in the Cold
MAH BOI THEOPHILUS LONDON’s new album Lovers Holiday is $$
What saddens me is that more often than not, the artistry that goes into a music video is disregarded. But there’s something so beautiful about an awesome song AND an awesome visual experience. I love when music videos act as a short film with music than just images playing across a screen.
some of my fave music videos:
This one is playful and lighthearted. Sorta raunchy too.
I have to say, when I first watched this one, something inside of me was so emotionally jarred that I just started tearing up. I’m still not sure why, but every time I watch this I feel the same, unsettling, inexplicable feeling in my stomach. Jonze is a god.
Whenever I want to lift my spirits, I watch this. It’s so heart-warming and that blue fuzzy thing is so freakin’ cute.
Massive fan of Theopilus London. His music is mad in the purest way. Fan of Lindsay Lohan? Not so much. However, this music video is too sexy and the shots too beautiful to maintain that disdain for LL for long…
Calvin Harris + Nero = one ear-tickling marriage
To be honest, I’ve never been a huge fan of Calvin Harris’ music. It just sounds too cheesy, the whole suave, Euro-ish vocals. But Nero has a knack for making the cheesy, classy. Think about Act Like You Know. Imagine the vocals standing on their own– it would just sound…stupid. But when Nero comes in he makes everything sound like $$$. And trust me, this choon sounds like lots and lots of dollahz
Summer is freeing. It brings out my inner bohemian, and I just wish I had the accessories to match.
I’m going to do a potpourri of contempo things in this post today but I promise you it isn’t going to be one of those dank, grandma-smelly potpourris. It’s gonna be the vanilla-nutmeg lavender stuff all the classy white people buy for their bathrooms. Scout’s honor.
I woke up at noon today. Why? I was up late last night, completely enamored by a woman named Sarah Kay and a man named Phil Kaye: two practitioners of the spoken word, the performance art of poetry. (Like Def Jam, for those of you who have seen it.) As Fate would have it, the two even share the last name, and siblings with the same names…too crazy.
Their stuff is incredible.
Sarah Kay Ted Talks:
In the art world today, I found myself transfixed by the complementary pastels that fill Jardley Jean-Louis’ illustrations. Her understanding of colors permeates all of his work. Subtle hues that somehow come across more vibrant than even the loudest of magentas and yellows.
In the realm of novelty items, I stumbled upon these adorable photo-accessories today.
Beautifully filmed, warm-feeling, and intimate, Wilcox Sessions has been a love of mine for a year now.
This is one of my favorite bands that they’ve covered. This girl’s voice is honey