Science states meaning.
Art expresses them.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
We Used to Wait
Here, courtesy of The Wilderness Downtown - is the new interactive short film directed by Chris Milk for Arcade Fire’s song We Used To Wait. You can see your own suburb in the short by typing in your home address. I got chills. To make your own video click here.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Polaroid SX-70
This mini documentary/advert for the Polaroid SX-70 reminds me so much of everything Wes Anderson. The colours in it are so serene! Seriously, where can I get me one of these!?
Friday, August 27, 2010
All Delighted People
Have 12 minutes to spare? Why not listen to this song by Sufjan Stevens. You'll be glad you did.
Rococo
Let's go downtown and watch the modern kids
Let's go downtown and talk to the modern kids
They will eat right out of your hand
Using great big words that they don't understand
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Ready to Start
Businessmen drink my blood
Like the kids in art school said they would
And I guess I'll just begin again
You say can we still be friends
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Litany
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and - somehow - the wine.
Billy Collins
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and - somehow - the wine.
Billy Collins
Coquet Coquette
Monday, August 16, 2010
Diamonds are Forever
Seriously can't get enough of this video - looks like a perfect, carefree summer day that could go on forever.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Cutest Bike Gang Ever
Early riders! Love the video, but the song needs a little work. Now there is a bike gang I want to be a part of!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
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