kinky reggae

last weekend was goooood, who-ever the fuck put on shaggy is a genius.

I told you escape is a pipe dream

"I think we’re always responsible for our actions. We’re free. I raise my hand – I’m responsible. I turn my head to the right – I’m responsible. I’m unhappy – I’m responsible. I smoke a cigarette – I’m responsible. I shut my eyes – I’m responsible. I forget that I’m responsible, but I am. I told you escape is a pipe dream. After all, everything is beautiful. You only have to take an interest in things, see their beauty. It’s true. After all, things are just what they are. A face is a face. Plates are plates. Men are men. And life...is life."

- Vivre Sa Vie (1962)

(via John Rafman check his tumblr for more images)

high as a hippy... hungry as a hostage

noMatter where you go HERE is where you'll always be
 thats what someone once said 2me while climbing a tree
 to be HIGH as a hippie &gettin hungry as a hostage
 noMatter what you do, it gonna cost ya
 we our the boss of me thats plain 2see that sometimes 
we are our worst enemy find ourselfs in a f-up situtation...
2flipp da script a shot from the hipp what if the winning lottery ticket 
was given 2u Rme and we was rich as Rich could be would you blame fate
 or give it to luck on the anniversary of you winning you was struck by a truck

-  a comment left to me on my myspace by Antonio Sanchez 30/11/08

I wrote a ranting rave about the concept of 'fate' (indeed i was a wanky 17 year old) on my myspace back in Feb 07'. 
By chance I randomly decided to log onto my myspace this evening, first time in possibly years and finally stumbled upon 
the thoughtful and wise words this kind soul left me in response.. almost 2 years later.Finally I have closure. Adieu adieu adieu..

party town party down

 

Various parties and places all over town where we got down.

Where the children sleep

                          Fifteen-year-old Risa lives in a teahouse in Kyoto, Japan

                                       Four-year-old Kaya lives in an apartment in Tokyo, Japan

                                         Seventeen-year-old, 'X' lives in a 'favela' in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

                                         Eight-year-old Harrison lives in a mansion in New Jersey, USA

                                         This unnamed four-year-old boy lives on the outskirts of Rome,  Italy. He and his family all sleep on the mattress in the photograph

                           

 Where the child sleep is a soon-to-be released photo-book by Chris Boot and shot by James Mollison. I think its concept of photographing childrens bedrooms (or lack thereof) from all over the world is just so wonderful. I wish I could transform my room into a ghetto-harijuku wonderland, I don't think I would ever leave.. enjoy!

Sleepy Sundays & Sam Winston

Sam Winston

Sleepy Sundays are a dream!... just awoke from a much needed cat-nap after two late nights of punch-sipping and diva-disco'n, will post some party pics of the last two weekends a bit later. But for now tad change of pace to help us all sooth into the impending Monday doom. The above are works by sculptor/story-teller Sam Winston which initially caught my eye a couple of weeks ago. I highly recommend checking out his site as he provides some documentation and details of how he created some of his beautifully intricate pieces. 

Friends, food and crystal heaven

Come live with me, and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove,

 Of golden sands, and crystal brook, With silken line and hooks"

-Jonh Donne 1572-1631

Went to the aroma festival a couple of sundays ago with some friends. We wined and dined with coffee and macaroons before stumbling upon a crystal heaven. 

The legend of Objibwa

beautiful catchers to buy right here!

Objibwa Legend of the Dream Catcher

Legend has it that grandmother Spider sang the universe into existence, but was saddened by the bad dreams of her human children.She went to the Willow Tree and asked him for some of his branches. She then went to the Eagle and asked him for his powerful feathers. She then bent the branches into a circle to connect all points and people of the world.Then she spun her web of wisdom around the branches to catch her children’s bad dreams.Grandfather Sun’s morning rays burned away the bad dreams that were tangled in the web. Any that were left turned into dew and trickled down the eagle feathers and were given back to Mother Earth.

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Ive been having some god-awful dream lately. Thinking I should invest myself with one of these babies!