It's no secret that i FUCKING LOVE MAGAZINES; publishing won't be a dying medium... i will single handedly save it from plunging into the murky depths of digitalism. So ANYWAY i was rooting through my archives and found a really gorgeous editorial in a spring 08 issue of ZOOT magazine (crazy hot fashion and music magazine from portugal) and went to town and SCANNED IT IN. Its nothing groundbreaking, provocative or conceptual; but it makes me want to explore fairy mythology and glue flowers on to my nipples... and thats good enough for me.
^ I liked that he reminded me of Snuffkin (the philosophical nomadic BADASS of the moomins, for those not in the know)
i am a boy, i am a girl. i am human, i am animal. i am a book of contradictions, a blank film. i am a noisy silence. moonbeam sunshine. i am.
i rediscover myself when i see the back of my head.
Fashion fills me with happy fuzzy luminosity. i especially love british designers.
i love britain period. i love the eccentricity and the monarchy, the anarchy and the culture and the rich history and the aggressively sarcastic humour. its my home.
i love music. music is more than it seems. i listen to it before i go to sleep and it creates two separate forces on my body. my eyes orbit in one circle and my hips orbit in another until my body breaks and unravels like glittering yards of lace. music is more than it seems.
language interests me. the way it works and the way we can work it.
Logic is logic. no fun.
this blog is my digital reverie. my robotic introspection.
my mind; Made by Machines.