Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Up close and personal Kim Gordon makeout clips.

Pop Heart Art

As I mentioned in a previous post, I'm attempting to learn how to paint. Last night my friend came over for chats and arting. We drank wine and I made an art mix for us to listen to while we painted. Though my attempts may be inept and child-like, stumbling, stuttering and awkward, it was a really lovely night.

Here is the track list for the mix. It's very poppy and full of feel good stuffs.

Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele - Meet Me in the Garden
Gauntlet Hair - I Was Thinking
Electrelane - The Greater Times
The Magnetic Fields - The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side
Ratatat - Wildcat
17 Pygmies - Chameleon
Radiohead - Weird Fishes/Arpeggi [darling here's the video I mentioned]
Grizzly Bear - Two Weeks [and here's the other one]
Neko Case - Deep Red Bells
Lykke Li - Possibility
Beach House - Take Care
Chairlift - Bruises
The Veils - The Letter
The Flaming Lips - Are You a Hypnotist?
Black Moth Super Rainbow - Rollerdisco
Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti - Bright Lit Blue Skies
Animal Collective - Summertime Clothes
Phoenix - Lisztomania
Say Hi - Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

Monday, August 30, 2010

Cutebuster du Jour


Turns out the best moments are spent sharing something genuine with your loves, not bobbing your way through a wall of strangers filling your body with toxic sludge. It was always a compulsion to find out what was missing; an insatiable curiosity and fervent belief there was something more to experience. I would rather float in a sea of darkness away from the others.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

A Lesson

Not to jump on a trend but I recently deactivated my facebook account because it just seems like a complete exercise in futility and neuroses. Who needs to be a celebrity in their own life? With that kind of logic, why do I even write blogs? Good question, but one addiction at a time, ok? All I can say is that when the temptation of FB is available I end up doing nothing but click click clicking on profiles and pictures. Persons I either rarely see or don't even know because like any junkie, if it's there, I'll look instead of doing other truly productive things, like reading, learning to paint and sew, connecting with live people or consumer internet browsing.

Back to the painting though.. it's a lot harder than I thought and I really admire my very talented painter friends even more. And after a particularly stressful cranky week, when the demon monsters are rattling their cages, it does a body so much good, even more than my previous modus operandi of a stiff cocktail [or five]. So maybe I have a new drug and maybe it's the honeymoon phase, but so far I like it.

PS. Here's a super funny interview with Siouxsie Sioux written I think just after the release of Downside Up. Coitus Interruptus.

Rachel Comey

I'm beyond infatuated with most of Rachel Comey's shoes; they've such a strong mid-century retro line but are also so effortless and earthy. I'm such a sucker for wooden clogs, wedges and estuaries. The first pair remind me suspiciously of a pair of Steve Madden wedges I just adopted and the bright orange peep toe sandals are just too much fun for summer...

These are the pups I recently brought home.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Art Imitates Life

Do you think the lyrics are inspired by Sean Lynch's day job at a funeral home?

Spread your legs wide.
This may hurt, but you won't feel a thing.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Sweet Things

Hey boy...I'm not afraid of all the reasons why we shouldn't try.

the bird and the bee - My Love

Lingerie and Japanese Surrealism

What do the two have in common? More than you might think if you're reading Norwegian Wood, which I think the title is his tongue in cheek remark on the book's contents since most of it is a mix of death and pornography.

via lesretrouvailles

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Love It Grows and Grows

I'm really really falling for Dent May's swoony 60's uke strumming and harmonies, this makes two posts in the same week... I don't even mind this cover. Actually, I really love it. Sighs all things wonderful, like The Magnetic Fields, a dreamy addiction.

Dent May - When You Were Mine [Prince Cover]

Kate Street

Today my heart hurts, I wish it would stop fluttering around, settle and bloom with anatomical, gorgeous, surreal precision.

Orchis Catitatus, Orchis Nodulosa by Kate Street

[If you have a moment, check out her series Bird in Hand.]

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Human Heart

I love her music so much. Quirky, murky dreamlands.

Ultimately I feel like I'm an extremely lonely person, I don't really connect with anybody at all. Even my closest friends, I have a huge void between them and myself. Music and art, drawing is the way I mediate this. I'm definitely separate from everyone, and I think I always will be.... I like floating in a void, it's the most terrifying and beautiful thing.

Documentary by Emily Kai Bock

Monday, August 23, 2010

Away With The Others

In life, if we are incredibly lucky, we can find a person who speaks our language. Not with tongues and lips but the other kind, the hidden kind. A homecoming of sorts.

While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love
In a ball of yarn

He'll never return it

So when you come back
We'll have to make new love

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Dual Duel

All these mercurials are jumping beans inside my head. Like a fantastic puzzle with pieces scattered, if I could just scoop them together into one tidy bundle, find the connections and label them, one lovely corner of one of the greatest mysteries could be understood. Mandorla, psyche, anima...

Photograph I Want To Let My Animal Heart Love What It Loves from Andrea Galluzzo's series, Know Myself In All My Parts

The Glove - Like an Animal

One mile in the air that's where she lives
Her body looks so thin and pink and small
Dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands
And swallowing her fingers as they fall

Two people dance on the edge
Three of us push them away
There's nowhere to go
We're all in this
But nothing can hurt us at all

Fight her all you want you'll never win
Couldn't we just once leave her in bed
Let the dry air cut her happy throat
Hide her heart and lose her happy head

First I was a murderer then I was a saint
Now I live on stolen time
Twist and run like paint
Like an animal

Tuesday in the sun
Nothing could be worse
Not now not ever not anymore...

Friday, August 20, 2010

Loooove Boat

Dent May's most recent saxy track Eastover Wives has me envisioning polyester dresses, wedge heels, and fruity beverages on the lighted dance floor of the Love Boat in the 70's. Or maybe sunny lawns lounging in hammocks wearing tube tops made out of hammocks. Either way its delicious saxophone sugaryness is made for summer.

Ps. His ukulele lounge stuff is pretty kitschy cute too. [His vocals on Meet Me in The Garden remind me so much of early Pulp]

Dent May - Eastover Wives

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Sea of Cds

Ever wonder what 600,000 cds would look like? Designer Bruce Munro and friends laid them all out in Wiltshire, UK to create "CDSea".

Rant copy copy copy Rant copy copy copy

I've been meaning to post this artist for awhile; he's been languishing in my "Do something with this later" folder. Now is the time, it seems, for an artist like David Spriggs, to come along with his youth and glitz. I get that there's nothing really new in art or anywhere really and new perspectives can yield interesting results, I guess. Still, I think veteran Xia Xiaowan [below] trumps Spriggs any day with his wannabe Rothko or Robert Smithson directive.

Pencil, glass panes

What Does He Know?

In the grocery store, my friend and I were perusing the yogurt section. I saw a teeny pack of kid's yogurt and asked "What's Danonino?". He says, "I dunno, Brian Eno's younger brother?" Good grocery times.

Undated uncredited Brian Eno

Oh... and a cute little diddy.

Unicorn Death

via Buttersafe

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Octo Gams!

These traveled all the way across the globe to my itching paws and now I can't wait for fall. Oxford pumps, octo gams, coffee and autumn leaves.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Too Much Is Not Enough

My dreams are pretty vivid. Epic even. Filled with strange detailed characters with some of the most complex scenes and nuances. A chain smoking fat lady in a fancy hotel with floor to ceiling red velvet curtains, maniacal wall climbing serial killers, psychoanalysts with an emphasis on PSYCHO. Tuscan villages, Nantucket farmhouses, abandoned amusement parks, even a futuristic metallic world where the buildings are built on stilts above an ocean with a secret society beneath the surface. As my dearest friend continually tells me I should start writing them down and try to sell them as screenplays. Maybe one day. But today, instead, I'm going to my first appointment with a Jungian analyst. I dream about water constantly; however up until recently, the rivers contained amputated body parts, rotting garbage or some other form of malevolence. I wonder if she can tell me why.

There's a shark shaped fin
In the water of my dreams
An alligator screams from the depths there
I'd swim with you there
I'd swim with you there

On the sheets and pillow case
In my bed for heaven's sake
The devil's dancing until late in my head there
But I could sleep with you there
I could sleep with you there

Catherine Wheel - Fripp

Wrapped In Lust and Lunacy... Tiny Touch of Jealous

Tonight my heart is pounding beyond my brain reason. My pounding passionate being cannot stand this feeling of wanting to jump out of my seams with happiness. Shed my skin for what shines beneath. For the first time in a long long while, I feel something wonderfully familiar.

These bonds are shackle free, wrapped in lust and lunacy.
Tiny touch of jealousy, these bonds are shackle free.

Get through this night, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.

Monday, August 16, 2010

You Dirty Rat

There is a rodent infestation in my office that has everyone a little jumpy. Rats making cubicles within the cubicles.. does anyone else find this tv within a tv escher moment hilarious?

Sonic Youth - Rats

Magnetic Fields Monday

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Wolf Claps

Some songs weasel their way deep into your crevasses. That word always makes me feel funny, crevasses. This one is definitely in the core.

I'll be home
When hair has fallen out
We'll be home
When it reaches the ground
We'll be home
We'll be home

We can sing
Two cracks in the crossbeams
We can sing
Very, very quietly
We can sing
We can sing for each other

Until then don't tear your hair out
I won't tear it out if you don't

When I die, I'm leaving you my feet
When you die, you can stand up for me
We can lie in a homemade canoe
You can put me in your hair
I'll be happy there

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Clutch Klutz

I spilled vino on my friends macbook this week and now it's kaput. Those who know me will just nod as I'm one of the most uncoordinated klutzy persons in da wurld. Still I feel awful and am preparing to shell out mucho dollares.

This song was totally written for yours truly. In other words, Epic Fail. Keep me away from all electronic devices, clothes and books.

I broke her iMac, I broke her iMac.
I'm sorry, I touched the screen.
I'm sorry, I spilled my drink.

Yellow Fever - iMac

Friday, August 13, 2010

Slow Down

My head is spinning with too many plans and daydreams of big adventures soon to come. For today, just for a little bit, it's time to slow down and listen to Bon Iver.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

True Romance


A great way to share uninterrupted conversations: the PHONEKERCHIEF actually blocks phone signals. Brought to you by the clever people at thewayweseetheworld.com. See the video in action at myphoneisoffforyou.

But the strangest thing they have listed on their site is a product called MADEMOICELL. I really don't know how to comment so I'll just leave you with the product description.

Stem cells hold limitless potential for regenerating the human body, yet one of the most readily accessible sources of these remarkable healing agents remains stigmatized within our society--this source is menstrual blood.

Perceptions of menstrual blood distort its beauty. A woman's cycle is hidden, its product disposed of like contraband. MADEMOICELL rejects this myopia, by embracing a future in which stem cells extracted from menstrual blood are used to regenerate organs, repair tissue and reverse disease.

With MADEMOICELL, women are empowered to collect and store their own stem cells with a special medical- grade silicone device and storage kit that is simple, convenient and easy to use.

A Little Corner of the World

What is the time we are upon and do you know where you belong? The scales balance endlessly in their delicate dizzy dance. And that's ok.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Mads About You

This has finally been released here and I'm going to soak it up this week. Mads has such an intense screen presence- like an underwater volcano, a natural force; it'll be difficult to tell if it's the score or the actor that raises the alarm, though it's in his eyes, you can tell. He's someone with the will and appetite to gnaw you apart.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Pace or the Patience

I love it when Antonia shouts YOU CAME IN WITH FLYING COLORS!!

This song kind of sums up my week.

Everybody's Got The Fever

This song is still one of the sexiest most feverish tracks for me. Manic primal lust love.

You know which kind.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Objects of My Confection

Hello laughter.

A series from Ammiel Mendoza combining a love of insects with a love of candy.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Mal Jour

Today is a bad day. This is what I listen to on bad days.

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