Monday, March 14, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
"Untitled" by anthony conover
just take me
far off the charts
somewhere with vines
& wet earth.
I want the sun
stifled in mist,
broken to
bars
illuminating-
leaves gulping,
chiming a paradise
with no face
on repeat.
unabridged skies
& meticulous cloud formations,
heart emptied
to make room for the moment
between fleeting
breaths.
I have driven hours
to find the
expression
of Love,
some Divine heart's
grace
tided to earthly hiccups
infallible.
surely this city can wait.
Monday, March 7, 2011
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
ON REPEAT: "Fool For You" by Cee Lo
The chorus us everything for this song. Did you ever had a teacher/professor tell you you could cut out an entire paragraph because you ]said everything you needed to in a single sentence? That's what the chorus of this song is for me. I could live without the rest of this song but the chorus is perfection. So sweet and grand and soft the way a wave rises up with such intensity only to crest as mist and echo. Mmm yes.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
MODELUST: Raquel Zimmermann
I just read recently in V Magazine that Abbey Lee Kershaw
is the next Super Model.
Hmm... Okay. Upon reading her name I instantly knew who it was (nevermind that
the name was printed over a life-sized glamor shot of the bitch's face but, you get the point.).
I could immediately summon the image of her innocent bone structure masterfully
collected into a sultry pout, the fullest blank gaze you've ever seen. Fine. But I just don't think
that she's SUPER. She's got a face and after Google Imaging her it's clear to see that she's very
versatile in her look... I just don't care too much.
When I look at Freja Beja-Erichsen or Agyness Deyn there's an odd spark, a strange curiosity that flares up inside of me and I want to know their story. They actually bring life to the story the photograph is conveying, they give dimension to a moment utilizing the power of body language. IT'S BRILLIANT. Abbey cute 'n' sheit, but she doesn't take me anywhere really. There's no thrill to her aesthetic appeal. She's just too... commercial. Yes. I said it.
And then there is Raquel Zimmerman. The elegant, brilliant, simple median between the avant garde beauty of the Frejas while waltzing the line of All American Commercial with a capital CLEAN. Most of her shining moments are in the pages of Vogue (see my nigga in action with the actual Freja in the spread "PUNK'D" shot by David Sims- pretty great) where they often give her a full spread, showing off her modeling chops as the chameleon of couture. But what really sets her apart from the others is that so often she is paired with brilliant photographers resulting in every image being JUST.SO.IN.SYNC. Greatness attracts greatness. Yeap. She's a favorite forsure.
ARE YOU DYING? BECAUSE I AM. SHE IS... A BIG FUCKING YE$.
I'm spent...
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