À bout de souffle, 1960, by Jean-Luc Godard
1960’s
(Source: t-e-d-d-y-p-i-c-k-e-r, via fleethescene)
(Source: danishprinciple, via rasputin)
Shadows and Light Paintings by Rashad Alakbarov
The perfect summer date car
” At the pinnacle of the G-funked gangsta era, Souls of Mischief took the low road of emotional complexity. Hailing from Oakland, Calif., the foursome’s distinctive lyrical mapping, infectious beats and subtle melodies on their debut rerouted gun-toting wannabes back to the underground and vaulted record-label Hieroglyphics to indie legend. MCs Tajai, Opio, Phesto and A-Plus exhibited a surprising charisma between them while undoing ghetto esteem. Their world of boredom, girls, weed, books, lounging and, of course, violence was a more easily understood reality for those caught between Pete Rock’s tragedy, De La Soul’s hippie aesthetics and Tupac’s marginalizing glamour. Follow-up releases by Souls fell pathetically flat of achieving ‘Til Infinity’s harmony, and MCs have since broached personal topics of greater depth. Still, the genre-altering release possesses one undeniable truth: Reality’s never sounded so good.”
The collection in cassettes
Marion: I love you, Harry. You make me feel like a person. Like.. I’m me & I’m beautiful.
Harry: You are beautiful. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. You are my dream.
Marion: That’s nice, Harry. Other people have told me that before, and it was meaningless. When you say it, I hear it.
My trip to The Palace of Versailles couldn’t have gone any better as soon as I saw the Murakami exhibit
France
Escape here with me
Banyan Tree sandbank, Maldives
The one and only:
Henry Charles Bukowski
dvj:
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony - Foe tha love of $
Pac & Jada
Amanda Lear & Salvador Dalí
