There are tons of internet memes popping up like hot cakes, if this were the market it would be marked by wild rises and falls as the newest memes take over the for the old and then spinoffs take over for those.
Selleck Waterfall Sandwich has been one of my recent favorites for a while now, the simplicity allows a myriad of configurations for the 3 simple ingredients: Tom Selleck photoshop + Waterfall background + sandwich du jour:
Sitting firmly at the intersection of fashion and design lies Diego Diaz. Having come across his work, below I was struck by the boldness of the work and immediately Levi Van Veluw’s work came to mind. As Diego uses the body and particularly the head as his canvas to explore shape, texture, and identity.
I’ve never been one of those constant Youtube users. It always seemed rather cheap on the whole. I only find out about cool shit on youtube through friends, blogs, etc. Having to sit through an unreliable buffering video only to have its quality be spotty at best, even with the current HD setting, which has made the experience a bit better. But that still doesn’t make watching someone with an overinflated since of importance discuss the occult symbolism of Lady Gaga, or poorly edited cat videos.
This is why Vimeo is the shit; well crafted videos and art in high quality, with a low level of bullshit thrown in.
This is a damn dope concept: McDonalds and high fashion. With this project by TheCoolHunter’s latest dedicated entity Access Agency, scheduled to launch this year, they have brought together both the universally accessible and the universally aspirational. The results have been fly:
In a day where the R&B landscape is dominated by soft spoken potentially DL brothers like Trey Songz, The Dream, and Jay Sean, its sad that it takes a death to remind us that R&B used to have some balls. There is something interesting to be said about a man, through song, telling women he is going to give them everything they want but also take what he desires.
As we collectively wait for an absurdly expensive glowing ball to hit the ground, we are faced with a great unknown about the days ahead. We call family, we call friends, we make preposterous statements called ‘Resolutions’, and then proceed to do the same thing we always do: get hammered on our intoxicant of choice.
I for one am no different. I both enjoy and loathe the cycle that begins and, to be perfectly honest persists through, a new year. I call family, I call friends, and I drink, etc, the order being the only variable (Mom I apologize for 2005).
This is a New Years pattern we’ve all grown accustomed to, and is no different in music, especially Hip Hop. We go through the paces. Each year in recent history there is the call that there are no fresh artists, no fresh ideas, no lyricists, and of course the ubiquitous HIP HOP IS DEAD.
There is something about an overtly haunting song that speaks to me; the depth of emotion, the lyrical imagination, and the physical manifestation of them is far more intriguing than any other presence in music. “No Quarter” by Led Zeppelin falls lovingly into that category.
Below is the approximately 20 minute version performed May 24, 1975 @ Earls Court. Pt. 2 & 3 after the cut.
I’m still figuring out how I feel about Mr. Hudson. At one point he has the talent and of course the backing *ahem* Kanye. At another point even with Kanye West’s backing, he seems to fall into a sort of pop lounge singer, which can either crush his growth or provide him with a solid niche as a jumping off point into his future.