fi and d

wish this could be a horizontal diptych. maybe on a wall sometime.

jermaine vaughn, are you out there?

’cause i’d like to meet you now, twenty years later. are you still breaking? do you still wear a wind suit? was mr. rogers your 15 minutes, or did you go on to bigger and better? and, most importantly, where can i get me one of those boom boxes?

i especially like how everytime mr. rogers does the wave, a fairy gets its wings.

check out the remix:

le france

i stumbled through the country, unable to converse with anyone around me. but i got some nice photos of churches and cemeteries. something about le france brought out the religion in me.

gotta love mary.

when i die, bury me here with these owls.

we snuck into these cloisters.

if churches looked like this in my neighborhood, i just might go. instead they are storefonts with plastic folding chairs. considering his history, this is kind of hard to believe, but i guess god is much less judgmental than i am.

why i love roadtrips.

because when you have to pull over in bumfuck new york so someone can barf, at least you can take the time to play in the flowers.

and yes, i’m wearing an “i ❤ ny” shirt too.

rocking nostalgia (part deux)

she-ra:

and the crystal castles:

rocking nostalgia (part 1)

i am conducting a mini-research project on how 80’s cartoon culture has influenced modern music:

and how the misfits were appropriated. or wait, who came first???

everything is tres chic and molto bello.

in le france and l’italia. get back at here soon.

i know where my food comes from.

it comes from dom. dom and his lovely moon in the pond farm.

more Vz.

beach baseball.

oranges on the beach.

look! birds!

little gnome.

BFG.

sisters.

aaah. the ocean.

more on flickr.

warning: not for the hopelessly depressed or hopelessly optimistic

this is a video made by my friend gerald about a year ago. it is beautifully depressing.