I want so badly to believe...

You know how it's supposedly impossible to be the best at anything because someone out there will always be better and because so much in life is subject to objectivity? Somethings go without questioning... Fire burns, cottons feels soft, if you go outside when it's raining, you'll get wet. These are irrefutable facts, while other matters are opinions- opinions on design, any and every type of design. Since everyone has their personal taste, some styles of design appeal to certain people whereas different forms appeal to others. This makes the task of deeming anyone "the best" impossible, no?

Yes, it is not possible to be the absolute best. You can be better then someone else, but then someone will be better then you. Then go ask a different set of people and the ranking will realign all over, so it goes.

I want to be the best. Or, I formerly did. Today I am very miserable and I feel like the woman in the photo above taken by Rankin. I could settle for being average at the moment, seeing as I lately cannot do a single thing correctly. I hate questioning myself and my ability to do what I love most. I really believe the goal of mankind is to progress constantly by making everything more intelligent, beautiful, just, and efficient. I'm just making a whole lot of ugly recently when I want so badly to design well, to contribute to the progress of the world into the more elegant state she constantly needs to evolve into. I think people underestimate the power of aesthetics, they are not vain or futile. They actually affect much, much more then we probably realize.

I hope I have it. I hope I am not like someone who merely loves music yet cannot play single note, or loves gourmet food but can hardly cook pasta. I don't merely want to love design, recognize good design, or be around good design as a hobby. I want to be fluent in it. I want it ooze from my pores. I want recognition, but I want to deserve it.

Another photo by Rankin.

Fell in love with this man's work today.

The color contrast in this is gorgeous.

So memorable, but such a simple composition.

Well good for you, I'm still seeking refuge.

Un bacio from Lini the Refugee ♥

Music is my favorite mistress.

lalalala.

It's been a good year for music.

I have personally suffered a great loss as I have been living iTunes free for 4 months now [Thank you Toshiba for crashing. I have now converted to Macism and practice devoutly.] I some how survive via Youtube and I hope I've managed to stay semi-in touch with the music world and it's happenings. Here's my favorite songs of 2009.

Some come from breakout artists, some from artists with solid careers, some come from albums which contain excellent song after excellent song, while some albums sadly only managed to have one or two great ones. Whatever the reason, these have a place on my list.

10. She Loves Everybody.

Chester French.

I suppose I would describe this duo as alternative indie pop. She Loves Everybody is off the album Love the Future, and it's pretty much the best track on it... Though they did record this while taking study breaks during their studies at Harvard, whereas I mostly go on Facebook during my study breaks, when I bother to study at all. I do love these two though, and I hope they continue making good music. Filthy song, catchy.

9. Uprising.

Muse.

I honestly don't know how Muse does it. Their music is just so... emotional. I cannot even describe it in any other way, listening to them is honestly just intense. Their new album Resistance, released this year, was not any different.

8. Did it Again.

Shakira.

This lady is just sexy. I wish She Wolf did better as an album. Produced by Pharell, this is the second single released from it, and I like it just as much as She Wolf. And no, I have no shame in putting Shakira on my Top Ten list.

7. No You Girls.

Franz Ferdinand.

These cheeky Scottish fuckers also did it again. The album Tonight was just as good as You Could Have It So Much Better, the track Ulysses also brings a smile to my face every time.

6. The Fear.

Lily Allen.

Music that sounds good and has cool lyrics is an instant winner by mean. This girl, though a crazy bitch, has a brain in her head and I like that. It's Not me, It's You is clever, fun, cute, and sharp, like I imagine Lily herself to be.

5. Rain.

Mika.

Hate to repeat myself, but The Boy who Knew too Much also didn't fall victim to the sophomore slump. The music video for this is awesome. I forgive him for being an artsy, full 0f himself diva solely for how gorgeous this video turned out. Seriously, go watch it.

4. Pursuit of Happiness.

Up, Up, & Away.

Soundtrack 2 My Life.

Kid Cudi.

Props to him for wearing his heart on his sleeve and being experimental with hip hop. I really love his style, and I really love him for working with MGMT and Ratatat. Definitely a cool guy, I couldn't pick one track from Man on the Moon, it is all good.

3. I Want You Back [In Discovery].

Can You Discover?

So Insane.

Osaka Loop Line.

Discovery

Oh. My. God. Musical candy. Ra Ra Riot and Vampire Weekend got together to form this musical project and it formed one of my biggest obsessions of 2009. Their cover of Jackson 5's I want you back is EPIC. I cannot get enough of this. Again, it would be a CRIME to choose one track from LP.

2. Gimme Sympathy.

Metric.

Metric always reminds me of high school. I've been listening to them for quite some time, and they only get better. It's a shame they are underrated. Their 2009 album Fantasies is all-around great, but Gimme Sympathy stands out the most to me. [Sick Muse, Help I'm Alive, and Twilight Galaxy are also good if you'd like suggestions].

1. Speechless.

Lady GaGa.

Do I need to write about her anymore? Please spare me. Fame Monster is great, The Fame is Great. It's all great, obviously the amount I talk about this woman and the amount of press coverage she gets says enough. She is a goddess. I love her. If you are for some reason living in a cave and haven't heard her new stuff yet, please do, NOW.

Siamo Numero Uno.

Does anyone wonder why foreign publications can push the envelope so much further with out anyone flinching? Take this editorial from L'Uomo Vogue [Men's Vogue Italia], for example.

Sacrilegious much?

The homoerotic undertones [maybe overtones] in this are just in your face.

I wrote up a little narrative in my mind for this scenario.

I like to think the wealthy yet otherwise unattractive husband is leaving his frumpy middle-aged wife for the pool boy who's actually also sleeping with the wife, unknown to both parties. The whole thing is just a clever plot to milk the couple dry so the pool boy can return to his home in Tijuana and live happily ever after, pants-free of course.

Homoeroticism continues, this time with an added nod to all the Asian tourists in the Eternal City, Rome, perhaps?

I have given this some thought. Why are our magazines so watered down? We have pretty images, but nothing too scandalous. Any hint of naughty body bits gets edited out, risque poses are kept to a minimum in mainstream publications, and editorials generally don't openly toy with such avant-garde themes. I find this disappointing, we could do better. Italy contains Vatican City, the mecca of all Catholicism, and even its generally religious public accepts these images, so why can't ours?

What differentiates the creative process between an American fashion editorial and a European one? Originally, my first theory was simply European publications worked with open-minded European people, whereas American ones were limited to conservative, narrow minded staff members. So, I attributed all these marvelous visions to European photographers, editors, designers, etc...BUT- the photo shoot above was shot by Steve Klein, straight up Americano. I then rethought my aforementioned theory. American creative minds are not to blame. I blame the American public. We are so afraid of anything new, we'd rather throw away our money on basics rather then invest in anything innovative.

I'm tired of people thinking Americans don't know anything about art or beauty- that's actually a complete myth. I do think creative minds often sell out because the general public doesn't often appreciate things outside their accepted realms of thought. So Dear Europe and General International Community, The people making your clothes, taking your photos, and designing your products are frequently from the land of Lady Liberty herself. So before you crucify me, us, or anyone else please keep in mind we cannot be responsible for our public's mindset. [Have you seen heard of MTV's The Jersey Shore? I REALLY do not want to be responsible for our public's mindset.] There's brilliant people chilling in the U-S-of-A, we're just stifled within the parameters which confine us, that's all.

"These days most people have replaced almost all their emotions with fear, and everyone has dreams but only a few realize them... It makes cowards of the rest of us."

-Veronika Decides to Die

Lini.

I'm nobody, who are you?

Sometimes I have ideas for things I want to write about, and I keep saving them for later. I hope I'll develop them better, have more time to expand upon them, or find more images to add on to complete whatever I've already stockpiled.

Why though? What's gonna happen later? Time isn't going to increase and I may never find the perfect set of images unless I take them myself. So, here's a post about nothing, as opposed to my general posts which are about nothing but cleverly disguise themselves as something. This one is up front. I am nothing, here I am.

I really want to meet someone who will catch every reference I make in everything I say and post. I know they're out there.

"It is possible," said the fox. "On earth one sees all sorts of things."

Some ladies in Sydney looking good. I wouldn't usually look to Australia for fashion photography, but I love this image.

These animals are not to be fucked with. I'm not sure where this beautiful, gracious animal rumor came from. They captivate me- but up close? TERRIFYING.

Apples.

3 Graces.

I wish I was eating this.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN.

Let them eat cake and let me have this ring!

♥

♥

♥

Never seen an asshole or gay man I haven't fallen for. Cursed life I lead.

See the cat?

See the cradle?

Lini ♥

Je deteste que Je t'aime.

I'll admit my animosity toward Paris results entirely from my total obsession with anything and everything French. I loved French historical figures [Hello, name of my blog...] French fashion, the French language, French Literature- specifically French Romanticism and Realism. For me, the French could do no wrong. So, J'ai reve of going to France for years and years, until finally I did. Reality fell short, obviously. Nothing can ever match your expectations when you set them up so high. I secretly still love French things though, I wish I could speak perfect, fluent Parisian French, and twice a year Paris Fashion Week takes my breath away. So, though I am still bitter toward Paris and how much it let me down, I will hesitantly admit sometimes the French do get it right and manage to remind of why I loved them in the first place.

Stamp designed by Lanvin.

Do your stamps look this cute? Mine don't.

Even the French postal service acknowledges the importance and beauty of fashion design.

Rebirth of Spongebob by Karl Lagerfeld.

Did anyone think plain, ol' Bob was ever gonna bust out of his pineapple and look this good? I mean the sponge is rocking Chanel here.

Please don't even get me started on how deeply in love I am with this.

Campanas + Lacoste, Holiday Edition Polo, 4th year.

Campanas is pair of designers from Brazil, and this was inspired by the was alligators lay on top of each other in the mud in the Pantanal.

I just love Lacoste, it's a semi-guilty pleasure. Sorry, I'm not even gonna hide it.

Women's Special Edition Campanas + Lacoste Polo.

I JUST WANT YOU NOW.

A friend took this in Interlaken, Switzerland over the weekend.

It's not really French at all, but I fell in love with his pictures.

I hadn't even heard much about this city, never had any interest in visiting. It's the strangest things that end up surprising you in the best ways. Who would think I would hate Paris, and then discover Interlaken of all places could be an amazing city to explore?

... Then again, it is cold as shit.

MIAMI

En douze jours!

Je t'aime ♥

J'aime le soleil!

Je vodrais ma maison maintenant, s'il vous plait.

Au revoir, et paix, et amor.

Lini ♥

I dedicate this to the person I supposedly stole the expression "I reject..." from.

Sometimes, I simply reject things, reasons varying. Occasionally I would like to accept them but I simply cannot. In other instances, I just flat out completely reject them in their entirety. Whether it be a poorly done combination of things I would normally embrace or simply an all around explosion of things which should never happen under any circumstances sometimes happenings occur which really shouldn't have. Ever.

I currently reject these recent happenings. I hope you do too, if you have any pride in your taste.

1. Rated R Album launch party in NYC, November 2009.

Look, I like this girl's style. I loved that military style jacket. The whole world imitated her haircut. Wearing a dress which will most likely draw blood from anyone who embraces you to your album release party? Perhaps not her best choice. Those spikes are SERIOUS. I might appreciate this outfit under other circumstances, however.

2. I may or may not reject this. I do think you could probably find someone to spank you for free though, and personally, I find crepes perfectly enjoyable without being beaten.

3. This is one of those times when things I love should not be combined.

Teeth.

Jewelry.

Take it from personal experience, you cannot just stick teeth onto things and expect it to work. Plus people tend to be alarmed.

4. I love you Marc Jacobs, but I reject this pose. I think. I might change my mind. For the moment, I just find it a tad absurd, and clearly not very useful in the displaying your clothes department... aka, the purpose of a pose?

5. ULTIMATE REJECTION.

Stop throwing your trash on the fucking street.

Pigs.

No fuck that, pigs don't throw their trash on the street, PEOPLE do.

This is honestly disgusting. This bird thanks you and your inability to walk a few extra steps and extend your arm into a trash can.

That is all.

2 weeks from today I will be home.

Do I reject that?

♥

Lini.

Te gusta mi estilo?

Sometimes I wish I could just wander about the streets, snapping shots of interesting people by day, getting to know their life by night. By sometimes of course I mean I wish this on a daily basis. But alas, my camera is currently galavanting with an unidentified Spaniard in Barcelona.

[Lessons Learned Abroad #37: When in Spain, limit your sangria consumption to ounces, not gallons, and maybe you'll be able to leave with some of your belongings still in your possession- maybe.]

So, here are some images someone else, no one hugely important or anything, snapped during their own fashionable worldy adventures. Enjoy.

*Disclaimer: Not all European motherfuckers look this hip, but I'd say a good amount do.

Just dirty enough that I am not questioning this man's gender. When did someone decide menswear needs to always be androgynous? IIIII, for one, like to spot men as men- at least on occasion.

Dressed obnoxiously, with erratic prints and colors?

Pairing bizarre hemlines with each other?

Unbrushed hair?

Clearly this woman and I would be friends.

Different, but the same. I like this a lot.

Where are you! Can we meet? Can you take me to some art gallery and then on a boat ride down the Seine?

Check the collar detail on this man's shirt.

Combined with his attitude.

Love him. Winner fo sho.

You ladies are exactly like a billion others. Yet you're fashionable because you're able to observe and imitate what you see has been deemed in vogue at the moment. I still like you though, you're cute.

And I want to say, "Here's to me, to go change the world!"

And I want to play 'til they're kickin' down the door.

And I'll be alright long as I ain't seen it all.

And I'm holding tight to that night we had a ball... We had a ball.

Here's to the kids out there smoking in the streets.

They're way too young, but I'm way too old to preach.

They know it all, but they ain't seen the truth.

Just play my song, and I'll show it all to you.

-Kings of Leon.

♥ Lini

Forse.

What right do I have to complain?

Maybe it's fucked up and broken, but at least I still have a heart that isn't exploded on the side of the road in some war-ridden nation.

I hate the world.

What is it about Asians that fascinates Caucasians?

I have always found these little Russian dolls fascinating.

I also find the way Italian people pronounce fascinating quite fascinating.

Fash-cix-nate-ting.

Bello.

Anyway, traditionally, in the Matryoshka there are eight dolls, one residing within the other. If I remember correctly the outer most six are girls.

The seventh, a boy.

The final one, a baby.

This could be a very interesting design concept. Or, what if we were matryoshkas? What if I woke up and didn't want to be the 3rd me, I wanted to be 5th me? Everyday you could wake up with a new slate. Or an old one. Or mix and match.

I don't know too much else about these dolls, or really Asian culture in general. My knowledge of the Orient is pretty limited to my extensive love for Pei Wei, Sanrio, and Harujuku kitsch. I've have so many corners of the world I've left unturned... Last week I visited a photography exhibit for class, and after seeing some of those photos, I had this urge to go to all these places which never seemed particularly appealing to me before. Perception is such a funny thing. For example, I always dreamed of Paris. I went. It sucked. I never thought of Myanmar. I never really heard much about it, and maybe if I went I'd find something better then what I'd dreamed of before. I had always perceive Paris as a fairy tale because it is depicted as such. The Middle East, the Third World, and so on, is perceived like a nightmare. "If sometimes we take chances, and sometimes we take pills", how much of what we perceive is reality, regardless?

Steve McCurry.

Just that guy that took that National Geographic cover with that girl. With those eyes.

[You'll know it, just look.]

Here's to accurate perception. Open up your fucking eyes, ears, and brain.

[I am recently OBSESSED with this song. Listen to it.

Do you know what happens tomorrow? FAME MONSTER drops. Not that I haven't been obsessively youtubing constantly anyway, regardless. Lavender blonde, you make me so happy I could die ♥]

♥ Lini.

A certain je ne sais quois.

What is it about certain people which makes them attractive?

I don't mean in a physical sense, just in a sense which makes them appealing to those around them.

What is it about certain people whom I secretly cannot stand, yet other people find them fascinating, and cannot get enough of them?

[... Is that why I can't stand them? Can I not even admit that to myself?]

Why is it so easy to say "I don't care what other people think, I do what I want."?

Easier said then done.

How quickly our minds are made for us, even by the minds of others we don't particularly care for or respect. Or, worse- we intentionally, stubbornly refuse to listen those we should listen to solely because it stings too much to admit they might be onto something.

Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be.

K. Vonnegut.

I think we're all becoming what we're pretending to be, because we're pretending to be something to please one another. Let's make a deal: I won't pretend for you, and you don't need to pretend for me.

Then maybe I'll remember who I am again.

How dreary it's become to be somebody.

Where's my nobody?

Does anyone know what this is a reference too? No? Lovely.

Goldilocks, peer pressured.

See what pretending gets you?

In other news, RIP my off-white double breasted coat Yes, it's just from H&M. Not exactly luxury. I still loved it. Apparently, love it in fact, once again, was not enough, because it is now completely destroyed*. I will never love a coat the way I loved that one. I even broke down and just searched jcrew.com [Please leave me alone, I'm heartbroken, and not thinking straight. Don't worry, I didn't find one close to my liking.] There wasn't even anything special about that coat. It was just nice and I liked it. Now it's ugly, dirty, stained, BURNED, and probably beyond repair. I'm beginning to feel embarrassed to wear it.

*You could argue my love for wine and curry may been so, so strong they just conquered my love of my coat. Perhaps love does exist, I take it all back.

♥ Lini.

Where the wild things actually are.

Sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in, the city of angels.

Lonely as I am, together we cry.

I drive on her streets, she's my companion.

I walk through her hills, she knows who I am.

She knows my good deeds, she kisses the windy.

Well, I never worry.

...Now, that's a lie.

Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

Guanajuato, Mexico.

Pretty. Sinister. Te quiero.

The more time I spend wandering the streets of the world, the more fascinated I become with the concept of street culture. Everything once contained within four concrete walls has now spilled out onto the pavement for the proletariat to enjoy. Art once hung on museum walls? Sprayed onto the streets. Concerts, shows, and-the-like formerly held in an array of venues? Performed on the street for all to enjoy. Instead of ordering a ticket, you now toss a bill or two into a hat. Malls no more! Buy your shit from a vendor. Argue a little and the price will be sliced in half, no waiting around for sale.

I find this endlessly curious. For me, this trend became most apparent when I watched a magic show on the street in Amsterdam and the performer pointed out if we had seen the same show in an actual theater, we would have paid much more, yet have watched the same quality show. Now, I have paid admission fees into museums and seen some mediocre artwork, yet on my way out the door I have viewed, free of charge, stunning artwork splashed onto the walls. I've seen cashmere scarves sold on the street for the cost of a sandwich, meanwhile, Banana Republic charged me practically a triple digit figure for my scarf and glove set. Which is beginning to sound better here?

[Not to mention, the coolest kids I know are people I meet on the street. Street people. I love them. They're like upgraded hipsters, I have yet to meet a remotely boring one.]

Perhaps our future lies right outside our doors, right beneath our feet. The Street: something we consider so unfortunate... a place for rats, gutters, those without homes... yet, it contains all these hidden gold mines if you look hard enough. What a postmodern concept, I dig it.

Random Burning Man shot I enjoy.

The Burning Man Project is a yearly art thing in Nevada. As far as I can tell it's just outrageous.

You figure it out, you let me know.

Marc Jacobs and me hanging out in his NYC studio, post his scraggly hobo days. Maybe he doesn't like the streets anymore. Pity.

I ♥ bunnies.

My roommate, Shauna, ♥ rings.

Our third partner in crime, Allegra, pretty much ♥ buying things.

This ring may very well be our destiny.

I want it.

Read this, motherfuckers.

Ciao Vie.

Salut Rues.

Ola Calles.

Oi Ruas.

Hello Streets.

&peace.

Under the bridge.

Today I stepped out of my shower and I thought to myself...

"Who the fuck the vice president of America again?"

Now, there are various things wrong with this.

1. Starting on an elementary level, is it Vice President, or vice president? [Just looked it up, Vice President is correct.] There is no reason for me to doubt my ability to structure a sentence using basic grammar. I am an educated individual, or so I thought. I am beginning to question this now.

2. The election happened in 2008. It is 2009. I should not have forgotten who the Vice President is a year later- especially since I was on people's dicks getting them to register to vote, attending political rallies, and the like.

3. Though after 2 seconds I quickly remembered Mr. Joe Biden is our VP, I cannot remember much else about him. Who is this man? Yea, he's a senator from Delaware. I know little else about this fellow. Also, earlier in class today my ITALIAN teacher asked who the AMERICAN president was during the recovery and I said President Johnson. Why? I don't know, I don't even know what Johnson did. Was this man even relevant? I mean he was kinda just in office at first due to an assassination. 40 years after the recovery. Me answering "Johnson" to that question is really just outrageous. [The correct answer is F.D. Roosevelt. Don't kid yourself, you didn't know either. And I still didn't know after being told, remembered wrong, and just re-edited this a week later]

This is really disgusting. I am disgusted with myself. America is a pretty huge nation. In 2007, our population passed 300,000,000... I remember the day this occurred actually, I was sitting in first hour psych. For such a huge crowd of gringos, we require quite a few leaders. Of these countless leaders, I can basically only name the President, his VP, and the Speaker of the House. I am honestly not sure who the governor of my own state is. I couldn't tell you the names of my senators. I don't know what laws are being passed or disputed down in the Sunshine State.

Ask me what I spent the last handful of hours doing?

So glad you asked! I Youtubed reggaeton and facebooked. Did this improve my life IN ANY WAY AT ALL? Nope. In fact, I'm pretty sure all it did was score me some serious chonga points. Living in Europe and being pinpointed as a savage Americana has thrown me into this cycle of feelings... First, I felt angry upon being called out for being ignorant. I felt this was a generalization, and I was somehow above this, better informed then the common being. Then I felt frustrated I couldn't somehow prove this- prove I was smarter, and better represent the education I had received... I felt it was somehow my responsibility to do so. After accepting it maybe couldn't hurt to learn a few new things, I then began a quest to somehow expand my knowledge. I tried to soak it all in, dip my toes into the pool of the universe's wisdom, and I thought I got a little wet. Now, I have realized, I am legitimately a just moron. What upsets me most about this is I wasn't always this way. I cannot be blissful in my ignorance because I am unfortunately painfully aware of it. Once upon a time, I used to talk the talk- have something resembling a brain plopped in my skull. It now is being replaced with complete filth. Total gar-bageeee.

I am weary of the American excuse of college. When did college become an excuse to completely waste away everything?! Brain cells. Money. Morals. Decency. Is CNN on my topsites? Hell no, but textsfromlastnight.com is, of course. That is just pathetic. I am an official member of the cult of FMLife, Oodles of Noodles, and Beer Pong. People who throughly enjoy being stupid. ENJOY IT. Snuggle with it. Act like it's something to be proud of. Put lyrics from "I love college" on their favorite quotes. WHY CAN YOU QUOTE ASHER ROTH? Can you quote Frederick Nietzsche? Can you even spell Frederick Nietzsche? You can probably say the alphabet backwards though because at some point you heard you might have to prove sobriety.

I miss being smart.

I'm not even going to heckle anyone into reading this by "sharing it" on my facebook. After the thousands of borderline reportable pictures, quarts of saliva, and bottle after bottle of 40's I have seen, I think enough has been SHARED. Read this if you like. Pity me in my downfall, in my spiraling tumbling into the depths of mental emptiness.

I am so deprived of nourishment.

FEED MY BRAIN.

As Van Gogh said, "I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things."

Today I love...

Karl Lagerfeld Doll by Tokidoki.

[Well, I love Tokidoki everday.]

Atelier Versace.

How GORGEOUS is this dress? Insanity.

Tomorrow I'll love...

Amsterdam.

♥

Be back Sunday!

Everyday I love...

Skeletons.

Bunnies.

Post-graffiti.

And the occasional time when skeletons, bunnies, and post- graffiti are found together... Actually, this is probably the only time I have seen this?

WONDERPUS!

By Matheus Lopes, aka Mathiole.

Badass Brazilian Illustrator.

Seriously, click this, he's pretty amazing.

And on any day I never really love pollution, but I think this is a pretty powerful image and I liked it. Do you know how filthy China is? Like chopping their life span in half due to premature death caused by pollution filthy. Pretty damn sad.

Tulips by Bloc Party.

Song of the moment, suiting for the Netherlands, don't you think?

Au revoir.

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.

When riding on the underground in London this past weekend I noticed various posters with poems, works of art, etc... This made me happy because the government in London sponsors this, they fund a program which gives people something to read or look at while they worm about beneath the surface. It made my subway experience a tad bit more enlightening anyway.

... It's the little things in life (:

I saw and liked this one by W.B. Yeats a lot.

Her Anxiety

Earth in beauty dressed

Awaits returning spring.

All true love must die,

[Alter at the best]

Into some lesser thing.

Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have

Such exacting breath

That they touch or sigh.

Every touch they give.

Love is nearer death.

Prove that I lie.

Then, on my way home I flipped through on of those magazines they stick in front of you on airplanes and found an article on post-graffiti in Madrid, Spain. So, essentially, random transportation in Europe has shown me a whole slew of things I didn't expect to find. Like SpY, basically the Spanish equivalent of Banksy. Anonymous. Active since the 80's. Political, humorous, and plays with the urban landscape. I like him. And 3ttman, a French artist who also works in Madrid [first picture is his]. Cute shit, I like him too.

C'est tout pour ce soir. Je suis le tired.

♥