catienoa
spike jonez. arcade fire music video
suburbia.
fucked up
how is so much of our world a suburban nightmare?
i guess it can either be conducive to creativty or stifle it to such an extreme that we all become stepford wives.
video killed the radio star. music, where is these days? can't stop. won't stop.
What else is there to it? Where is it going? When will it end? I get obsessed. and then it's over. done. what is obsession? where does it come from. those perfect tones. I cant stop.
POISON IVY. BATMAN. ivy cottages in england the british country side and the whiet hills of dover, going from calais to dover on the ferry. walking on, whiel everyone else has driven. get off and look for pounds. kinds blond boy with the backpack helps me figure out the bus and subway station. huge hug and i'm off into the rain of london
brazil, the people in the film were piling garbage into filmsy plastic trashcans. missing teeth, but gorgeous caramel skin. luminescent, but surrounded by trash. it must smell so bad. they run around without shoes on, how are their feet not town to shreds? and the little black boys scampering around through the rubbish. the man who truly thinks he can change the world.