Monday, December 13, 2010

Mumford.


How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show


Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker

Feelin' kinda skully, kinda sinister.






Friday, December 3, 2010

I get this

The Great Gatsby

by Francis Scott Fitzgerald

Chapter 1

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

"Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had."

He didn't say any more, but we've always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

Talk about lines and change of direction

Monday, November 29, 2010

Cheq it out

Avett Brothers- I and Love and You

Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros- Up From Below

Mumford & Sons- Sigh No More

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Coincidence? I think not.

It just so happens that all of my favorite movies have all of my favorite still shots, movie posters, and edgy characters. Most of my beloved directors- Terry Gilliam, Quentin Terrentino, Darren Aronofsky, Tim Burton, & David Fincher- all have a common theme. Creepy, edgy, disturbing. Art is art. What attracts a demographic in film will most likely attract the same demographic in any other medium.
Sink yer teeth into some of my favorite movies' promos.


The Sartorialist Perfection.





I love the no sock look.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

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MM2Co

Check out my friend and teacher, Rachael Ma. Rachael is an amazing performer, choreographer, teacher, and thinker. This is a reel for her company Mass Movement2, based out of New York. I have been lucky enough to dance in Rachael's pieces, take her workshops, and learn from her crazy little brain on numerous occasions. Rachael's current repertory consists of full length, narrative, thought provoking, experimental, and humorous pieces.

You can find out more at www.rachaelmadances.com


PS- ^ I'm in there a few times!

Monday, October 11, 2010

Thursday, October 7, 2010

10/7

thanks for understanding.






collection: jcrew

nail polish: chanel khaki collection

nephew: anderson jacob

song: Trespasser (Soundpusher Remix) - Spencer & Hill

site: http://jjjjound.com/

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Monday, October 4, 2010

I think it's up to you.

Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.

- Groucho Marx








Make way.

 

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