mariano barbasán lagueruela


melih dönmezer


my brightest diamond - tainted love (eurythmics cover)


ash vs evil dead

Awwwww yeah

the arvo brothers

Meditating LEGO Iron Man by The Arvo Brothers

my brightest diamond - i had a pearl

Many strange things did I behold
I had the favour of a queen and watched it turn to stone
I’ve kissed the lips of princes, fools and dreams
I walked a tightrope through the moonlight to the seven seas
I’ve seen silver headed Valentine
I carried up the swan kings gold and gave them thimble wine
I saw the old man time glisten before the end
I went down disappearing holes never seen again

She kills me.
She really does.

my brightest diamond - to pluto's moon (son lux remix)

my brightest diamond - inside a boy (son lux remix)

my brightest diamond - the diamond (son lux remix)

turnover and over and over

6th listen.

And Spotify gave us back the embed code function.
Thank fuck for that.
Having to post to Tumblr just to get the code to post here was starting to bring the She-Hulk out in me.

ava lavender

'Emilienne wasn't entirely correct in asserting that Henry solely understood one language over another; it was that he favored certain words from each. For example, Henry preferred when someone offered to help him with his moufles, not his mittens; made him petit pois, not peas, for dinner; and served pamplemousse rather than grapefruit for lunch. He liked when Emilienne used the word impeccable instead of clean and was partial to a cup and spoon over a fork, knife, or plate. He liked driftwood, trifle, and cavernous and later would hate the word pubic, and prefer mamelon to nipple.
Henry went on to communicate in other unique ways. Good was caramel, and bad was fumigate. He called Gabe cedar, which we attributed to the way Gabe's hands smelled after a day in his woodshop. I was pinna, the Latin word for feather. Our mother, étoile de mer, which was French for starfish. No one could explain that one.'

The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
(Page 141-142)

The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender is one of those stories i naturally gravitate towards.
Magical Realism? Sentient houses? Haunted characters? Inexplicable but delicate supernatural beings?
Check, check, check and check.
This is the stuff literary dreams are made of.
And Leslye Walton did it beautifully.
The only problem is... Angela Carter and Isabel Allende did and do it better.
I couldn't help but read Ava Lavender and compare it to Nights at the Circus, which actually features an unexplainably winged woman and her travails through the everyday, and to The House of Spirits' formidable and complex family of females and their myriad ethereal gifts.
The seemingly effortless skill with which Carter and Allende weave their otherworldly, yet worldly characters in situations of such bizarre mundanity is not something many writers can even dream of competing with.
And this isn't to say Leslye Walton doesn't live up to these seasoned writers.
She wholeheartedly does but her story is missing something.
That elusive something that a select few writers simply have and others will always strive for.
And i'm eager for Walton to continue doing so because like another writer and his debut novel filled with living, breathing architecture and its inhabitants of tortured, mythical souls, i want to see more.

Even though the story was a little lacking, Walton's characters were robust and full of depth.
One character in particular truly stole my heart.
The freely mute twin of the eponymous heroine, Henry.
The role he plays is that of 'divine messenger'.
Henry knows the ending to the story before anyone else does and it's the only reason he dares to speak at all and when he does it's not always in his native tongue.
Something about this tugged at my insides.
When i read the above quote it was one of those occasions where a series of words or whole passages feels so intrinsically human that i can't bear to continue reading or for that matter even look at the page in front of me.
Alan Bennett probably said it best:

'The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.'

And so to most, the quote from Ava Lavender will be meaningless and they'll simply consume the words and move on.
But for some, like me, it'll stop them dead.
Maybe it's because i'm a painful introvert and the act of holding a conversation with someone sucks the very life out of me. I'd rather be silent and thoughtful than a constant deluge of words.
Or that the lineage of the Lavender family is very similar to my own.
My grandmother's Belgian and my life has been feathered with foreign terms that never cease to intrigue and comfort me.
There's something occult about my grandmother's accent and it's always made me feel somewhat special to have foreign blood in my veins.
Maybe that's why Henry affected me more than the other characters.
Because he's a little piece of me i didn't even know was out there.

turnover - take my head

I'm on my third listen of this album.

fury road

An in depth look at Mad Max: Fury Road over on Tor.

(beware, here be spoilers)

This week so far has been a steady stream of googling everything Mad Max related, devouring gifs on Tumblr to relive the ridiculous beauty of it all (those stunts were real, folks. REAL), salivating over the abundance of awesome fan art and receiving emails from my sister containing articles like the one above.
And it's only Wednesday.
Here's to a good few weeks of being a jittery mess over this damned spectacular movie.
And yes, i will most definitely own some form of Fury Road apparel before the year is out.
It's a rule and i abide by it.

florence + the machine - delilah

oscar and the wolf - undress

son lux - you don't know me

mad max: fury road

My sister and I had a fateful date with Mad Max: Fury Road yesterday afternoon.
And it was fucking glorious.
I'm still vibrating.
I'm genuinely unsure if i've ever been so visually accosted before and i demand a repeat assault on my retinas now now now.

Here's a few visuals to get you in the dystopian, trash-punk mood:

And almost all of this happens within the first half hour.
This movie gave me a screaming headache and i adore it for it.

ian thomas miller

michel estebe

philip barber

Philip Barber
Night Writing II

It really bugs me that i can't link this.
I looked everywhere.
Philip Barber's a ghost.

tony shasteen

I want them all.

ana maria pacheco