the blues, somewhat...

sometimes i feel like i doh write enough here again, just archive, but is partly that all my writing energy is elsewhere, which is good for the script so cyah be bad, and then tings changing so radically so much lately i always feel like i coming off the back foot, playing catch-up but never quite getting there. but archiving in the interim keeps me coming back so i doh forget this space and it here+alive when i have more headspace to explore...which sooncome, and this time for real because, among other tings, i eh making that movie again. other changes i eh know how to talk about yet, so later for that. writing or no writing, archiving always on.
this might be the mishiest mash i make thus far. my mind is far from itself and too buried in turning in on itself at the same time, thoughts very disparate. or maybe no more so than usual but i just feel that way...either way, tabs must close...starting with something visual, beautifully creepy post-it art.
these "moroccan hipsters" have something of carnival in them, for me, which i very enjoy.
this was an unexpectedly great read, and i eh want to say anyting else about it so you can fully enjoy this guy walks into a bar...
oh! visual again. knowing little to nothing of the fashion world, i had no idea gareth pugh existed until hackett[sidebar] posted images of august2014 collection; go look.
this video i been unsure about posting because i doh actually like the song. the video imagery+concept and treatment of concept, addressing the male gaze, are what i cyah stop looking at, but i am also aware that what i dislike[un-enjoy] about the song itself is part of her point, like her repeating the n-word [felt very prudish typing "the n-word", way more than my regular non-usage of the word feels] to the extent and in the way that she does; all that posturing is part of the shade she throwing, no? so i hadda respect it, and thus, in what feels like a weird 1st, i give you a nicki minaj video...

and i have the absolute perfect palate cleanser; marvin gaye's vocal is gorgeous a capella and the charming performance was bonus after going in expecting just audio...

and this. ooohhh yesss...petite mort indeed...

walk good.