Filed under: EVENTS
Holi or The Festival of Colours is one of my most secret yearnings; I can’t imagine anything more calibrating than millions of people throwing color on and around everyone as a blessing. Bonfires the day before; some believe that the colors are the ashes of the god of Love, who was killed after his attempt to disrupt Shiva’s meditation; the intent was to get Shiva’s attention on Parvati so they could get woven up like constellations. That would make these colors the embodiment of love, not lust, and a whole lot of out-of-body meetings somewhere near the river. Is it pre-knowledge or did I adapt to the impossibility of letting you go off into the desert alone?
Filed under: PEOPLE
db amorin documents my non-sequitors via twitter. although a large amount of them belong to me, some of them are collected from conversations precious db overhears at morning brew or in line at the chiropractor (or whatever that guy does on a saturday night). you can rest assured that i was definitely the source of “Did you know that indians get stoned just by looking at the fucking moon”. besides being a stand-up friend and mammal to any crying gypsy getting off of a bus, db runs an free online experimental music label called deepwhitesound and if you haven’t heard of it you need to grow up and get a job because im tired of doing this kind of shit for you. his art can be found at chemotion along with photos of him in monster drag or anything that could possibly freak you out about gender. i choose to think of him as a carnivorous swamp because any other categorization is too simplified.
Filed under: MUSICA
everyone has a summer playlist and everyone wants to be the-new-christ about it. here are a few songs that do the summer for me in that same riding-in-a-caddy with billy savage in kaneohe and trying to keep some fat pixie from committing suicide out the back window. why do all the 16-year-olds i see look like they are having less fun in a higher socioeconomic class?
Blue Hawaii | Blue Gowns bjork meets the blow, tells you that it doesnt feel right anymore and that she’s taking all your stuff to the goodwill.
Javelin | Mossy Woodland because every once in a while you should feel like the whole world is going to implode unless you go to the farmer’s market to witness the amazing amount of white privilege that has come over to the side of “cheap local produce”
Sleigh Bells | Infinity Guitars a low-grade tambourined version of the bikini kill b-sides we listened to through puberty, a reenactment of feeling cool and a little drunk at a sloppy all-ages show near waikiki
Lonnie Donegan | Ramblin’ Man for the simple fact that it is nearly impossible to leave your house in this weather, a little blues to make lemonade with (did you know that that juicer thing is called a reamer? how unsettling).
Four Tet | She Just Likes to Fight because this song sounds like a sunset with someone who isn’t the one but will do for right now, it’s summer
Filed under: DESIGN
“la causeuse” an elegant little modernist jaunt, the only thing i love more than the feminine neck of a good piece of flatware is a highfunctioning piece of furniture. this piece by mirko mielke is a series of benches that encourage a rare kind of connectivity. it seems like something that anyone could build, which i encourage any and all patrons to pursue (for my purposes; i cant handle a saw/hammer to save a ship of virgins from the fury of the sea, not if all bets depend on it). in my mind, the purpose of raw woodgrain is to change over time, to essentially deteriorate at the hands of the user, which makes a piece like this pretty important in the hierarchy of hand-me-down love-interests (“come ooooon gram, lets buy heirlooms!”). the simplicity is nice because it rides on symmetry, which you can spend the rest of your life fucking up.
