Originally a travel "(b)log" on my adventures in China. Now just a random, self-indulgent compilation of things I dig.
(Think: androgyny, rock n' roll, sports, sneakers, menswear, advertising, digital, Gaga.)
Now it's day and I've been trying to get that taste off my tongue I was dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm Attractive day in the rubble of the night from before Now I can't walk in a vacuum, I feel ugly, feel my pores It's the trees of this day that I do battle with for the light Then I start to feel tragic, people greet me, I'm polite "What's the day?" "What's you doing?" "How's your mood?" "How's that song?" Man, it passes right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone And I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired It's family beaches that I desire A sacred night, where we'll watch the fireworks The frightened babies poo They've got two flashing eyes and they're colored why They make me feel that I'm only all I see sometimes
Loving both of these videos. The first is by PUMA, featuring Gnarls Barkley's "Going On", a track that makes me want to shake it (or spastically two-step), whichever.
Here's Nike's impressive Write The Future -- Nike must have spent a boatload on this, but turned out well!
I was a heavy heart to carry My beloved was weighed down My arms around his neck My fingers laced a crown I was a heavy heart to carry My feet dragged across the ground And he took me to the river Where he slowly let me drown
My love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball Wrapped around your ankles, over the waterfall
I'm so heavy. Heavy. Heavy in your arms
And is it worth the wait, All this killing time? Are you strong enough to stand, Protecting both your heart and mine? Who is the betrayer Who's the killer in the crowd? The one who creeps in corridors And doesn't make a sound
My love has concrete feet, my love is an iron ball Wrapped around your ankles, over the waterfall
I'm so heavy. Heavy. So heavy in your arms
This will be my last confession "I love you" never felt like any blessing Whisper it like it's a secret Uttered to condemn the one who hears it With a heavy heart