overlypolitebisexual:

be your OWN problematic fave

17yr:

[boy voice] yeah i read a lot of nietzsche and hemingway, i listen to radiohead and radiohead only, pop music makes me sick, i’m all about equal rights between men and women and all but theres scientific evidence that men are better than women

I was really disinterested in the more academic side of school. Almost to the day that I left school I got curious about culture generally, and society and art and painting and music and sculpture and films. And I just immersed myself in it for the next few years. I kind of almost took a home study. I really sort of educated myself. I just drew to the things that I really found exciting: new novelists, new books, new kinds of art, new theater, everything. And because I didn’t have any real training in any of them it didn’t occur to me that you were supposed to only stay in one of them. So for me it was quite appropriate that if I’m doing music, then I should also actually design some scenery for the stage and probably the costumes and I’ll do some paintings while I’m at it. And it just never stopped. I always worked in all mediums. And I’m such a great fan of how we interpret our culture; if we do it through art or if we do it through music. I’m a great fan of how other people do it. So I’ve got a real burning curiosity with other artists’ work; how they do what they do and where they get there and how do they think and stuff like that.
David Bowie (via timemcflys)

Kate Bush signing autographs, 1980.

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit, all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.

Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via fleurlungs)

(via arabellesicardi)

fantastic

(via hazelcills)

Francis Dolarhyde has something that Hannibal Lecter doesn’t, which is an inkling of humanity left, he’s trying to stop. Will sees Francis Dolarhyde as a version of Hannibal Lecter that he can actually save from himself.
Bryan Fuller, explaining just how he’s going to twist that knife even deeper this season [x]

It’s the weirdest thing. I feel like I’ve been in a coma for the past twenty years. And I’m just now waking up. Spectacular!

permutatio:

"I hate to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at me."

Pulp Fiction (1994) dir. Quentin Tarantino 

Drown In My Own Tears
Jeff Buckley

jeffbuckleyforever:

Jeff Buckley, Drown In My Own Tears

Bodysnatchers
Radiohead

nuuro:

I have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m trapped in this body and can’t get out

Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver (1976).

Ryan Gosling in Drive (2011).

theleoisallinthemind:

 Massive Attack’s Mezzanine album cover, 1998 by Nick Knight

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