Tonight, my friend performed an acoustic version of MGMT’s “Electric Feel,” and it quickly rewound my brain back to the summer of ‘08, when this song, along with “Time to Pretend” were the jam. I remembered new friendships and a new relationship had begun, and I remembered how naive, but happy I was. I remembered sitting on a rooftop, drinking beers “like real Arts students do”, while discussing the future with new friends. It was my fresh start.
Looking back now, I realize how wrong the very things that once felt so right were. But I was happy? As I sat there in a dimly lit room watching the performance, flooded with a particular snippet of my life — the memories so vivid, and detailed, they were overwhelming — I felt like I was there again, but now with the wisdom of retrospection, or something like that. It’s weird how we convince ourselves that things will last forever; that we’re immersed in appearances; that we’re filled with hope and optimism.
And what else can one do when friendships are budding? Eventually, people grow apart, or they move away. The best friendships are the ones that benefit from distance; others quickly dissolve, or the physical distance soon becomes critical distance instead. Some endings are more organic than others; some endings are messier than a toddler with fingerpaint and a white wall. What shocked me was that, just like that, the warm feelings that swelled up inside when those particular songs played anywhere, (and everywhere) didn’t touch me anymore; they were completely drained of any optimism and naiveté.
Ok, so, I hit some horrible levels of writer’s block. I have therefore turned to the internet to distract me help me. I came across STREETFSN — I’ve been living in a cave, I know — but holy wow, I don’t know if it’s this season’s color blocking or what, but jesus, would you look at these photos? I still can’t unblock my brainbox, but at least I know how I want to look while I’m shelling out my masterpiece story. (I’m just kidding. I don’t write masterpieces, even in a strikethrough-word-processing-world.) But the photos, yes?
(Why write on a cozy couch when you can just wear one? Am I right?)
(What? Don’t you walk around in Marc Jacobs’ FW 2009 with a rose in hand everyday? No. No I don’t.)
(This is how I dress on a daily basis for school — I color block via my red headphones and fermented-grape-colored lipstick too. I mostly avoid bright, bold colors because I sit in the front of class, and I fear I might blind some of my professors.)
(This photo tugged at my heartstrings, because these are the real people behind runway shows — rushing, organizing, getting yelled at. Troopers, they are.)
(Taylor Tomasi, yes! So it is okay to wear sneakers with tulle when you’re grown up!)
So I may be writer’s-blocked, but perhaps tomorrow I’ll be color-blocked? (Ha ha, no.)
In sticking with today’s ”Lit Theme,” I have decided to share this little gem. If you haven’t heard of Kaie Kellough, he is a Montreal poet/soundmixer extraordinaire. Most of his performances are these incredible letter-phoneme-formant-pattern breakdowns, and they’re pretty incredible. Here is his “Alphabet” — this is the first piece I ever witnessed him perform, and holy shit, holy shit.
Here are his notes/instructions for performing “doyoureadme”, which you can find on his website (linked above).
I like that he plays around with speech and sound, but that he’s also equally faithful to the written word (orthography, typography, etc).
I’m am warming up (albeit it at a glacial pace) to the idea of reading in public again. It would be nice if I could overcome this writer’s block and actually produce something.
Ok, I came across this video from Kevin Calero not too long ago, and I can’t get the song or this video out of my head for that matter. The shoot is for last year’s Simons’ campaign. (The campaign was more like a rebrand for the department store.*) I think I love the concept the most (because the clothing is nothing new, really) : photograph someone falling onto a bed. (It’s just like chronicling the ideal insta-nap!)
The video can’t be embedded, but you can find it here. (Watch it because the song choice, to reiterate, is nice and the live action falls are pretty sweet.)
(My favorite shot.)
But yeah, I still don’t get why I like the video that much. (Obsessed-with-it “like”.)
*If you are unfamiliar with SID LEE — the company specializes in brand communications (ie: branding for all walks of creative life).
UPDATE: Kevin sent me the song! At last, I can sleep tight every night!
Ay dios mio, I was crossing myself so much — and I’m not even religious! (And I don’t even speak Spanish!) The velvet! The color blocking! Nothing but gem tones of sapphire, orange, ruby, and emerald! (Pale-kid-friendly!) The angular, jagged prints!
[ALSO — my 100th post?! This has been the sweetest study break ever.]
"The wider world that perceives fashion as a frivolity that should be done away with —the point is that fashion is the armour to survive the reality of everyday life! I don’t think you could do away with it; it would be like doing away with civilization."
Tomorrow is dragsville / Tomorrow is a king-sized drag
There is going to be a slight slowdown in posts, you guys. I have a few applications due, a presentation or two, a couple of exams, and a paper and a proposal both up for review.
So I leave you with this little gem. I am taking a creative writing class this semester (not in poetry, phew!*) and I have to perform/read a piece in front of the department. (My knees are shaking just thinking about it.) I’m usually fine with public speaking, but not when it comes to sharing something personal like a short story. Anyways, I want stage presence comme ça, you dig? Phillipa Fallon just takes over the entire frame and her death stare is IN-CRE-DIBLE.
*My poetry is poo-poo.
Also, if you’re not into poetry slams, just mute it and watch her.