Tigercity's new album is extremely hardcore special, but their self-released EP 'Pretend Not to Love' in 2007, is on my iPhone taking a good thrashing like there's no tomorrow! Get it or get with the programme!!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
I HEART HORT
You simply must check out these guys. Founded by a crazy German named Eike, this intellectual creative hub of sheer brilliance, is killing it in Berlin. Drawing inspiration not just from design, these crazy cats have a unique style, possibly masculine in my eyes, and flitter around their creative playground like a kid in a candy shop with a rocket up his..backpack. It's a poetic freedom that some studios only wish they had. If you don't have time to froth over all of their incredibly mouthwatering executions, then make time. ENJOy, it's sooo worth your while!!
AKATRE
Akatre is a Paris-based graphic design studio, founded by Valentin Abad, Julien Dhivert and Sebastien Riveron. They specialise in photography, editorial, global design and typography. The fun trio work with media such as scotch tape, paper and sugar to create some of their masterpieces which carve their identity into the world's cedar branches of the design sort-afters.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Debbie does my head in
I'm fast becoming tired of people saying to me that things are too hard, or giving me reasons why they can't do something. Atleast when I say 'I don't know if I can do this' there is a window of opportunity. A fathomable percentage that 'yes i can'. I'm not talking about people being able to fly off their family homes, or build a raft out of spider legs and match boxes, but, no wait. Actually I am. I am talking about these things. That's precisely what I'm talking about. Solving problems. Fuck it. If you can rip the legs off a billion spiders and combine those with the ever shapeable when wet matchbox, you indeed can build that raft. And it will float. And if you choose to flap your wings and glide toward the sky from the shingles of your parents rooftop, well it is more possible than not. You just need to agree in your heart that you can, and you most certainly will. I'm not really sure if paw paw can cure cancer and I'm not sure if your pet rabbit can shapeshift into a grandfather clock, but if you say you can, you can.
I told myself today about half an hour into my 3D class that i couldn't do it, and i didn't. I'm so fucking disappointed with myself. One of my only favourite classmates didn't sit next to me today, so the whingy whiney little teenage gossip girls did and my blood began to boil. I knew the minute their folios hit the desk that I was in for it. I left the building in complete rage. My thoughts were ablaze with regret that I wasn't in France and my chucks were kicking the rain from the sidewalk. I got in my car, lit a smoking tobacco nightmare and drove home stiff like wrought iron, swearing at vehicles with their indicators on. I'm going to have another fag now. Yuck. You know you just have to learn that you can't always have what you want. Even though it's pays to never settle for second best, sometimes there just is no other option. And you have to live with it. Or you take a risk. Find electricty. Charge you heart towards something new. Maybe that's my next direction. The other way. I don't know. But the more I think of what I have missed out on, the more I want it. Damn Aries trait. Chasing the thrill as always.
I blame the man at number 32 for erecting his cottage trellis at 7 in the morning. Banging inconsiderately with merry. What a dick. Beetroot sandwich on the windscreen again for him then.
Lust?
I'm in awe of how the mind can make the body feel. It's intense. One minute you can be washing your face with the clouds, the next doing homework with lemon tea as if nothing ever happened. Heartrate normal? Check. Dreamy eyes vanished? Check. Skin attached? Check. Reality? Check. What happens when you feel this way? I'm not feeling anything. Actually, I'm feeling slightly peckish.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Lick
A day infused with indefinitive naughtiness. Unbarably meticulous evil. Uncensored sweet betterment. Unwelcome clarity. Overindulgement. Sexy. The wheels are all but not in motion. Crazed pupils amongst the plenty. Childlike smile.
Double bounce you off if you're not careful.
And chocolate dripping down my wrist.
PARIS FASHION WEEK 2009
Limi Feu
Emmanuel Ungaro
John Galliano
Louis Vuitton
Jeremy Scott
Jean Paul Gaultier for Hermès
John Paul Gaultier
Thursday, March 5, 2009
On the streets of San Remo
Somebody's little house.
Somebody is going to be cold tonight.
Well, the coffee is just phenomenal here.
Somebody's street.
Mmmmm, transport.
Mmmmm, transport.
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