So I am just way too excited for Dfest this year! I think it is safe to say that my focus will be on the band from Austin that reminds me a bit of Daft Punk with a little extra soul haha. Aaron Behrens and Thomas Ross Turner (who often wears a cape - awesome)create such a unique sound but what captures me is their character and funky twist on things. Watching Aaron dance just makes me want to join him. Watch the video and you'll see what I mean! You really can't help but smile, and if you're anything like me, it's impossible to hold back the intense, spastic and freaky-weird dance moves that you never knew you had dwelling inside you. Also if you haven't heard their music before you have to listen to "sad sad city"! ah can't wait!
(if you don't have time at least fast forward to about 1 min 30 sec. that's when it really gets good haha!)
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
"I've got souvenirs but yesterday can't mean too much"
Reading my diary really makes me miss Spain along with that "will I be alive tomorrow" feeling. Reminds me of a song:
"With an envelope we'll enter buildings we might touch
I've got souvenirs but yesterday can't mean too much" -- Architecture in Helsinki "souvenirs"
OK continuing with my Spain diary:
Ok and nena, since I am pretty sure you're the only one reading this, I am posting this additional video from Architecture in Helsinki . . . I really want to be a still-life, sell clothes, and make music with you on the streets of Germany.
"Heart It Races" - Architecture in Helsinki
"With an envelope we'll enter buildings we might touch
I've got souvenirs but yesterday can't mean too much" -- Architecture in Helsinki "souvenirs"
OK continuing with my Spain diary:
Ok and nena, since I am pretty sure you're the only one reading this, I am posting this additional video from Architecture in Helsinki . . . I really want to be a still-life, sell clothes, and make music with you on the streets of Germany.
"Heart It Races" - Architecture in Helsinki
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Glósóli
Sigur Ros - "Glósóli" ("Glowing Soul" in Icelandic)
So someone said this song is about a boy who wakes up to find the sun has disappeared, and the world is engulfed in darkness. He looks for the sun, and finds it at the end. Cool video . . .
So talking about travel and feeling that feeling of deep nostalgia prompted me to begin reading through my diary that I kept while I was in Europe two years ago. I decided it may behoooooove me to have an electronic copy of some of these experiences so I plan to scan the notebook and post several pages periodically to document my crazy journey somewhere other than this torn up thing.
So I will start with my second semester I spent in Spain. The semester before I had attended Saint Louis University in Madrid, Spain and had an incredible . . . crazy beautiful time living with D'Orsi and well . . . I will account for those adventures some other time. The second semester I wanted to be FREE! haha, I didnt want to be surrounded with other American students. SO I enrolled in classes online for a school in southern Spain, Málaga. What I didn't know is that this particular school did not actually exist. And so tha saga begins:
So someone said this song is about a boy who wakes up to find the sun has disappeared, and the world is engulfed in darkness. He looks for the sun, and finds it at the end. Cool video . . .
So talking about travel and feeling that feeling of deep nostalgia prompted me to begin reading through my diary that I kept while I was in Europe two years ago. I decided it may behoooooove me to have an electronic copy of some of these experiences so I plan to scan the notebook and post several pages periodically to document my crazy journey somewhere other than this torn up thing.
So I will start with my second semester I spent in Spain. The semester before I had attended Saint Louis University in Madrid, Spain and had an incredible . . . crazy beautiful time living with D'Orsi and well . . . I will account for those adventures some other time. The second semester I wanted to be FREE! haha, I didnt want to be surrounded with other American students. SO I enrolled in classes online for a school in southern Spain, Málaga. What I didn't know is that this particular school did not actually exist. And so tha saga begins:
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Define travel
Awesome movie, awesome song:
^"Where is my mind" by the Pixies - video from Fight Club^
So career fair madness implanted a bit of chaos into my life today. Though it was entertaining stepping back, watching all the stressed out seniors trying to disguise their insecurities, doubts about graduating, and uncertainty about what the hell they want to do with their lives . . . hiding under their business suits and holding their portfolios as though their function was to shield them from weapons of all sorts.
I kind of floated around, set up a few interviews, but nothing seems probable to fit. Flight attending is actually now in the running for top career choices for me. All the frequent flier mileage would allow me to go ANYWHERE on my days off. We all know travel is probably my greatest passion in life. And by travel I do not mean vacationing! Es decir:
I want to go to Serbia, find the most awful area, lie down, look up at the sky and say “I am in Serbia.” I want to go to Ukraine, find the most depressing area, lie down, cry, look up at the sky and say “I am in Ukraine.” I want to meet people in Slovenia, speak to them in their language and hear THEIR stories. I want to prove it’s not the setting, but your perspective of the setting. When I say I strive to live I am not saying I want to forget the worries in life rather face them, ALL of them, even if they are not your personal worries, even if you have to go to Morocco to find/feel them. Recognize your most painful situations (I am not talking about the “I hate school” pain, rather the “I wish he were alive” pain, the painful kind of pain) look up at the sky and say “I am here. I am alive. Live.” Because if you can survive/live through those moments you have nothing to fear. Not even death. Everything else seems so trivial. Life instructions are so basic . . . LIVE. Don’t complicate things. I re-iterate: JUST LIVE.
^"Where is my mind" by the Pixies - video from Fight Club^
So career fair madness implanted a bit of chaos into my life today. Though it was entertaining stepping back, watching all the stressed out seniors trying to disguise their insecurities, doubts about graduating, and uncertainty about what the hell they want to do with their lives . . . hiding under their business suits and holding their portfolios as though their function was to shield them from weapons of all sorts.
I kind of floated around, set up a few interviews, but nothing seems probable to fit. Flight attending is actually now in the running for top career choices for me. All the frequent flier mileage would allow me to go ANYWHERE on my days off. We all know travel is probably my greatest passion in life. And by travel I do not mean vacationing! Es decir:
I want to go to Serbia, find the most awful area, lie down, look up at the sky and say “I am in Serbia.” I want to go to Ukraine, find the most depressing area, lie down, cry, look up at the sky and say “I am in Ukraine.” I want to meet people in Slovenia, speak to them in their language and hear THEIR stories. I want to prove it’s not the setting, but your perspective of the setting. When I say I strive to live I am not saying I want to forget the worries in life rather face them, ALL of them, even if they are not your personal worries, even if you have to go to Morocco to find/feel them. Recognize your most painful situations (I am not talking about the “I hate school” pain, rather the “I wish he were alive” pain, the painful kind of pain) look up at the sky and say “I am here. I am alive. Live.” Because if you can survive/live through those moments you have nothing to fear. Not even death. Everything else seems so trivial. Life instructions are so basic . . . LIVE. Don’t complicate things. I re-iterate: JUST LIVE.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Virgin Suicides
“After all this time the only thing we are certain of is the insufficiency of explanations” -Air
^ Air- "Run" (live at Montreux Jazz Festival)^
"It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
But only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us call; still did not hear us,
Calling out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide,
Which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together " - Air, "Suicide Underground" (Virgin Suicides Album)
Today is one of those really difficult days in remembrance. I have over-analyzed everything for over six years now. Is it possible to heal from a blow so hard? I don’t think so. If it were possible, would I want to? No, I don’t think so. It’s gotten to a point to where I almost want to keep the wound fresh. Its so hard for me to remember yesterday, but this . . . I never want to forget. Him, I never want to forget. I sometimes hold my breath hoping something will happen, that somehow I can change the past. Is this perspective hindering my progression in life? If anything it has only empowered me to live more courageously, more audaciously, more sensually, more. Sometimes you have to lose your sanity. Sometimes you just have to breathe and realize what is, is, and will be forever. You will not heal from this. Ever. But the last thing you want is to let life pass you by. Breathe. Remember. Be fearless. Just Live.
^ Air- "Run" (live at Montreux Jazz Festival)^
"It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
But only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us call; still did not hear us,
Calling out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide,
Which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together " - Air, "Suicide Underground" (Virgin Suicides Album)
Today is one of those really difficult days in remembrance. I have over-analyzed everything for over six years now. Is it possible to heal from a blow so hard? I don’t think so. If it were possible, would I want to? No, I don’t think so. It’s gotten to a point to where I almost want to keep the wound fresh. Its so hard for me to remember yesterday, but this . . . I never want to forget. Him, I never want to forget. I sometimes hold my breath hoping something will happen, that somehow I can change the past. Is this perspective hindering my progression in life? If anything it has only empowered me to live more courageously, more audaciously, more sensually, more. Sometimes you have to lose your sanity. Sometimes you just have to breathe and realize what is, is, and will be forever. You will not heal from this. Ever. But the last thing you want is to let life pass you by. Breathe. Remember. Be fearless. Just Live.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Detektivbyrån
So one of my favorite bands = Detektivbyrån. They are from Sweden, the band name means "detective agency." Many of you may recognize them from their song, "Nattöppet," which was featured in the 2007 Sprint Nextel commercial.
Their Swedish electronica/folk style features a mixture of instruments like the accordion, music box, drums, sound box, small bells, glockenspiel, traktofon, AND MY FAVORITE, the toy piano! oh and sometimes scissors?? haha I love them
Noticing a trend? My brain loves layering and original, crazy sounds!
la moda
Good golly, I smell a new idea for a project. Inspiration for unique print dresses, if I start now, it should be ready for spring. It also makes me crave a tattoo! 
I want the shoes, bag, helmet, purpose for the helmet AND the town. No wonder she's wearing such a big smile!
Bike with a basket. Is it bad that I think of it as an accessory? Oh but it would be quite functional, once all this ice melts!!! I have a bit of spring fever I am afraid.
(All photos from the infamous Sartorialist (as seen on Style.com) . . . I am addicted!)
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