
Hysteric Fireworks, 2007

Running Fireworks, 2007
Happy Independence Day!
(photographs by Ryan McGinley)

Hysteric Fireworks, 2007

Running Fireworks, 2007
Happy Independence Day!
(photographs by Ryan McGinley)
(via thedarkspark//homeofthevain)
“Angel” by Saint Etienne (Broadcast mix)
Still exquisite. This is one of those songs I could listen to endlessly.
“Nobody ever stopped to wonder why.”
“Little Kids” by Deerhunter
Late-night listening.
Kids drinking gin on the, the front lawn.



Highly textural, detailed and sculptural dresses by Marit Fujiwara for her BA in Textile Design from Chelsea College of Art and Design.
I refuse to go along with the idea that Jimmy Brooks should now be referred to as “Drake.” I’m not having it. Whenever I see a photo or video of him, I get confused because he’s not in his wheelchair. I think, when did Jimmy recover? Am I that behind on episodes?
I adore Françoise.
«It starred the hottest 13 year old since Culkin – Omri Katz. Who came complete with the full post-grunge heart-throb kit: floppy curtains, battered denim jacket, and mild hints of paranoia. HELLO DREAMBOAT.»
—
Elizabeth Sankey in “90’s Kid Shows Were Scary” on Eerie, Indiana
Omri Katz is another one of my Eternal Childhood Crushes.
via tumbledore:
“I Will Come Back” by Holy Ghost!
Holy shit, new Holy Ghost!
Holy Ghost! need to make it their prerogative to start releasing more music, not just one-off singles. That’s not to say that their debut single, “Hold On” was not good. In fact, it was brilliant, as is their latest song, “I Will Come Back.” As a fan, I just want more. When you’re this good at producing dance music, you should be required to release something new frequently for the impatient fans.
“Wake” by The Antlers
Epic in both length and quality, “Wake” appears near the end of Hospice. It is only a shame that the first-time listener must wait to hear the track as it is so so strong that one can’t help but listen to it again. Peter’s voice is exquisite throughout.

This idea of authenticity is tiring. The need to prove the excellency of one’s life choices, music taste, or neighborhood is a nauseating rhetoric of life in the city, an especially annoying habit of the young and the alternative. Others boast and I stay silent. Others criticize my choices and try to make me feel like a person of less worth because I sometimes deviate from some perpetuated idea of the “cool” and I cringe.
Are you serious? Are we still playing this game?
The back and forth - the smug sense of self-worth derived from things acquired and places appropriated - is a competition that needs to end. It appears to stand for something to keep one occupied, to give meaning to an existence without a clear definition.
I understand the need to have meaning in one’s life and to feel as if there is purpose in one’s existence. What annoys me though is the competition, the disgust with choices seemingly made within “the mainstream.” I frankly don’t understand why I have to defend my choices to live up to other people’s ideals.
There is a belief that the mainstream strictly criticizes and yet I often find myself attacked by others who identify as other than the mainstream for “conforming” when I should rebel. My personhood is questioned because of clothing choices. My “authenticity” is rejected because of the neighborhood in which I live, for which I say, get over it.
I can counter that my life as a Black female in the United States gives me “authenticity” by default, but because this competition is so endless, so banal, I won’t even suggest the idea.
To say that you believe that others should live life on their own terms and not conform to society’s dictates and then criticize someone else for ultimately not conforming to your beliefs of what it means to live outside of the mainstream is fucking stupid.
My dream is real. The visual is heady.