ivyland mars mix

Chromatics - Cherry

Twin Sister - In Heaven

Francoise Hardy - Le Temps De L'Amour

Tamaryn - I'm Gone

St. Vincent - Tango Til They're Sore

Rodriguez - The Establishment Blues

Chantal Goya - La Pluie Du Ciel

Ben Howard - Three Tree Town

Twin Sister - Nectarine

music reviews

In the event you would be interested in reading my music reviews, see the link below.

http://nohssilhouette9.blogspot.com/2012/09/sec-2.html

fading through wasteland

these were achieved not too long ago, sometime while i sat crinkling my wintery fingers through the shining foil from christmas months ago. i saw an older tone, but none of the pictures were well captured by my film. the beauty lie trapt in the digital phenomena. *jump*

wafing through woolf

He-for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it- was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters. I was the colour of an old football, and more or less the shape of one, save for the sunken cheeks and a strand or two of coarse, dry hair, like the hair of a cocoanut. Orlando's father, or perhaps his grandfather, had struck it from the shoulders of a vast Pagan who had started up under the moon in the barbarian fields of Africa; and now it swung, gently, perpetually, in the breeze which never ceased blowing through the attic rooms of the gigantic house of the lord who had slain him.

beasts

it's been approximately two months, five days, and five hours since i've posted anything. i fear i may becoming more and more insane, but that's only due to the environment around me. this week i'd been working on a mythology project for approximately four hours a night, and after a while i did manage to did up some things that were actually interesting. i wrote entire papers on vampires and got to interview them. i drew detailed pictures of some of the most ugly things ever imagined to man. and then i came across lamia, a beautiful creature with snakeskin below the waist that ate children and killed her lovers for their blood. despite her disturbing nature, she's somewhat of a role model to me. she's independent. she's insane. she's seductive enough to get young men and feed on them. lamia even has the ability to remove her eyes for the purpose of prophecy. in the ninth century, christian writers frequently warned against her powers and stated she was a supernatural danger that threatened marriage. though she's not really a prominent figure in mythology, she sure as hell is an interesting one. she's a brilliant, beautiful beast.

excuses excuses

craft your words,

tip the words off your tongue like you're told,

listen like you're supposed to,

watch your feet as you stray towards cliffs,

watch your tongue as you use it for a sword,

watch your fingers as you wrap them 'round weapons,

watch your eyes as they fall from your focus,

watch your legs as they run from the enemy,

watch your head as its thoughts defy,

watch your heart as it refuses authority,

watch yourself as you follow the right,

watch yourself as you escape to freedom.

he can't be a man

it's my first day back to school after an eight day thanksgiving weekend. this is how i've felt all day. i'm going through a major cat power phase. and another rolling stones phase. and did i mention that i've had 23 cups of coffee in the past week? i've been counting. 14 of them were starbucks. they had a buy one get one sale a week ago (i think). so here's a mix of my recent music obsessions.

 Cat Power – (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

a broadened definition of art part #1: graffiti

after the world was introduced to artists like banksy, swoon, keith haring, twister, and margaret kilgallen, graffiti was somewhat seen as an actual art rather than just pointless vandalism. banksy mixed his images with political messages. keith haring pieces were considered pop art. graffiti proved it could have reason and beauty. so here are some of very favorites. *jump*

sepia

yesterday was a beautiful day. the weather was sixty degrees in the end of november. the sun was shining, the wind was blowing. and i figured out my camera has a really weird and cool like negative sepia setting. *jump*

happy sunday

well, i've nearly survived the weekend. just another twelve hours left. for me these kind of cold late fall days call for cat power. so here's the nostalgic video to '97s nude as the news.

and here's a live video of good clean fun and fate of the human carbine.

how to explain pictures to a dead hare

the year is 1965, and a random man by the name of joseph beuys decides he'd like to broaden the definition of art just a bit. he'd been attempting to do so all throughout the fifties and decided to leap right into the performance art world in the sixties. it's his very first exhibition but you have no idea what a mark it will make within the art world. the exhibition, entitled how to explain pictures to a dead hare, ends up being a key piece within performance art. he enters with his head covered in honey and gold leaf with a dead hare within his hands. he speaks to the creature for three hours with the door locked, not allowing you to enter the room. he lets you in while he sits on a stool staring back at you. judging by the wonderful color of the picture above, this is obviously a reenactment. here are some beautiful pictures from the original event.

strange silhouettes

this is some of the photography i took tonight at my mom's friend's traditional black friday coffee. they're mostly silhouettes and it's not great quality, but i love 'em. *jump*