my white powder dreams...

...when Gil Scott-Heron meets Esther Philips.



home is where I live inside my white powder dreams
home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams
home is where the needle marks
try to heal my broken heart

the way you carry yourself

Please meet the directors of the video AG Rojas and Jamie-James Medina.

I know you've been hurt by someone else 
I can tell by the way you carry yourself

shadow kissing

There's nothing more relaxing (and neurotic ;)) than reorganising your CDs, enjoying new stereo and listening to some tropical sounds while it's raining outside.

who's this inside of me

Even Thursday can have a false start. But you can always restart a day whenever you want. Regardless the time. Today my Thursday starts after 11pm. I sense it's going to be a good one with Martin de Thurah delivering another good visual. Plus St. Vincent and David Byrne (they both know how all this works and additionally Byrne puts it into a book). What else we can ask for? Divine. Good. Vibes. Good. Day.



who’s this?! inside of me
who made a big mistake
who sees these constellations
seen in those spinning round

there are ways to flirt

If they use words like moral and trust and values, use those words too. Oh my, this is just hilarious! Brilliant! A documentary song about flirting. Who else could come up with such an idea: our favourite band. Summer Camp, obviously. Read more about the Short Cuts BBC series. And remember: First of all, smile. When you start to smile at somebody, they automatically smile back. It kind of works, doesn't it?

classic and timeless

She is... an inspiration. (...) some 40 years from now somebody is going to discover Amy Winehouse song and the lyric and be inspired by it.

santa claus

I couldn't stop laughing today. Plus I saw a Santa Claus in a bus. Monday. Surreal. SSION.



The video was directed by Cody Critcheloe (SSION) himself and Christopher Good. Read more here.

it’s feels like and earthquake, and earthquake
a heartbreak

I don’t know how to say to you
“It’s too late”
we can fake all this damage we have done
I can shake; I won’t take all this damage I have won

always there to remind me

So the world’s first colour motion picture was filmed in 1902 as I found out today through Explore. I sincerely thank Edward Raymond Turner for the three-colour motion picture system and I suppose I'm not the only one. I run across many great visual discoveries during this weekend among them works of Imogen Prado which I am very happy to share. Blurred. Misty. Vapory. Wonderful. Enjoy.

"My style of editing, using an array of my own stock footage of anything from plastic glitter spiders to trains and roses, worked well visually with the song. I love playing with different mediums of footage, especially Super 8, because of the wonderful grain and the fantastic colors. It was easy to synthesize my visual aesthetic of swirling colors with footage I took of Sharin and Sune." 

Read more on The Raveonettes' new song and their co-operation with Imogen Prado here.



you are always there to remind me (...)
I'm the enemy

a good (and awesome) song from Blind Architect

I like to be surprised like this: a surprise visit from an old friend and a new tune from Blind Architect. Perfect Sunday. A new week can start now.

good good vibes!

...cause I feel good, very nice. Cause I got good good good vibes. Yellow yellow morning vibes! I declare this the official good vibes hymn. The one and only. And I guess we all agree that Sara Tavares should give a good vibes course to all bus drivers in the world :) Bom. Dia.



Please meet the director of the video Ricardo Oliveira Alves.

some people like their oysters raw

It was a typical wet and windy London Winter's day made for staying indoors but Darius and Oshan, with Matt and Joe, were eager to busk for the crowds at Columbia Road Flower Market. Escaping the rain, after some cheeky negotiating with the owner, the guys performed in a tiny nook of a market stall Oyster Bar for customers and passers by. Read more on the The Turbans' session here. 



Some people like their oysters raw; and for them your job is easiest, for you have merely to pick out a dozen natives from the barrel, swill the brine from them, and place them, with a piece of parsley or cress, upon a plate. But for those who took their oysters stewed, or fried - or baked, or scalloped, or put in a pie - my labours were more delicate. Then I must open each oyster, and beard it, and transfer it to Mother's cooking-pot with all of its savoury flesh intact, and none of its liquor spilled or tainted. Sarah Waters, Tipping the Velvet

free, fresh wind

I woke up starving. Starving! And now I'm devouring the blue blue sky pouring through my windows. Good. Vibes. Good. Morning.



I never bother with people I hate (...)
she likes the green green grass grass under her shoes