5AM is:
Jeff Buckley falsetto-eing Lilac Wine on my laptop
A Holga self-portrait in front of the dresser mirror
16 hours of wakefulness
Hong Kong Hangover (as well as these two popular mice still on my mind)
The effect of a Php 55 tall coffee from 7-11
Trying not to think so much but still having the mind work for this entry
Lightstalking
Wilting away before the day you should
Who will I meet in three years’ time?
Plans
Like envelopes waiting to be stamped, sent
And opened
Categories: Photography · music · travel
Tagged: 5AM, Holga, Jeff Buckley, Poladroid
The Doves, rediscovered after six years. Madprops last.fm for the image
While sleep remains elusive, the body clock wires out of order and panoptic visions turn myopic. On long days and nights of no rest, only my ears can pick up good vibes. Thus, The Doves.
Categories: I Adore · music
Tagged: Britpop, music, The Doves
Françoise Madeleine Hardy, French pop chanteuse
Just when your 256th listen to your electronica/shoegaze playlist starts bringing you back to earth (meaning, it temporarily loses its novelty), sixties girly French pop fondly called Yé-yé pops you back to aural heaven. Girls crooning in heartbreak/with hope/with sheer innocence produces nothing short of cinematic soundscapes smelling of vanilla, cinnamon, and Gitanes.
Categories: Photography · music
Tagged: Balenciaga, Fashion, Françoise Hardy, french dudes are great, Jean-Marie Perier, music, ye-ye music
Thinking of these things:
Beastie Boys’ Check Your Head
Early 90s outing, Whitey-boy hiphop fused with jazzy elements. For me, the best Beasties album ever made. It helps, too, that Adam Horovitz has grown into a pleasant-looking gentleman whose pictures remind you of a goofy Bono and some other Hollywood actor whose name escapes me right now.
What to do, when to do it, how to ask a favor, how you are right now, how does it feel to be there, how to finish all these things, should i buy it already, am i spending too much, or don’t i just have enough, when should i stop, when should i begin, where are you, why did i not do it, why did i do it, why am i staying, why again am i leaving, what should i keep, what should i feel, why am i choosing not to feel, why am i trying to deviate from my old self, why does it even matter.
I can trail off to a million different ambiguous life questions. but where will i find an answer to each one–that is another question.
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