Always a fan of Henrik Vibskov, if only because I love how he straddles the divide between art and fashion, but his F/W 2012 collection is particularly great.
Most artists are brought to their vocation when their own nascent gifts are awakened by the work of a master. That is to say, most artists are converted to art by art itself. Finding one’s voice isn’t just an emptying and purifying oneself of the words of others but an adopting and embracing of filiations, communities, and discourses. Inspiration could be called inhaling the memory of an act never experienced. Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void but out of chaos. Any artist knows these truths, no matter how deeply he or she submerges that knowing. — Jonathan Lethem, “The Ecstasy of Influence.”
I saw a screening of Dragonslayer last night at The Music Box, and while it wasn’t what you’d expect from the above trailer, it was a beautiful, funny portrait of one SoCal skater soundtracked by bands like Thee Oh Sees, Jacuzzi Boys, and The Germs.
“Moon and Stars (Clams Casino Remix)” - Big KRIT
This is a pretty minor rework, but the subtle changes transform the original from a good mixtape track into a great single.
Always a fan of Henrik Vibskov, if only because I love how he straddles the divide between art and fashion, but his F/W 2012 collection is particularly great.
I don’t really see myself as a West Coaster, but if I ever got the chance to live in Laurel Canyon, I don’t think I’d pass it up. Images via The Selby.
“To Have In The Home” - Woods
As I was giving one of my friends a tour of the Detroit suburb/island I sometimes call home, she said something I knew but couldn’t quite articulate: “Wow, this is so desolate and industrial, I feel like I’m in Gotham.” I don’t know if things here are quite that bad, but something about Detroit, and particularly the suburbs south of the city, this time of year, when every day seems grey and dead, and the void hasn’t yet been filled by snow, makes me reach for the sunniest songs at hand. Woods are perfect because even their summery jams are tinged with an abstract longing for something else.
