Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

take it easy

i made this playlist in the heart of cold, cold january. it's the first i've ever posted on hullo hallo; i started making it with someone in mind but then thought i'd share it with the few people who come here... yes, there are some! many of the songs i've posted before, but why not take another chance to listen to them? i hope you enjoy it!



take it easy

1. feather - little dragon
2. islands - the xx
3. ceremony - new order
4. untrust us - crystal castles
5. overnite religion - kurt vile
6. first song for b - devendra banhart
7. nobody's baby now - headless heroes
8. you came along - joel plaskett emergency
9. sunshine blues - bahamas
10. twice - little dragon
11. 5th ave - gold panda
12. faking the books (dntel remix) - lali puna
13. let her dance - the bobby fuller four
14. should have taken acid with you - neon indian
15. quitters raga - gold panda

photo: julia galdo, via recordis photography

we could connect or we could not



i came home last night to find you in the bath. walked in to a humidifier. you've got your drinks, your smokes, you've got your memories all stored up in the brain box that quietly scans each piece of data, compresses, stores, with reassuring hum and beep. you've got these thoughts you take out and look at when it's been time enough, when time enough has passed. sometimes i come in to where you're not. it's not you there, or if it is, it's a you i never met, being so young whenever it was. you tell me, i was crazy.
you tell me, i was crazy about her.

neon indian - should have taken acid with you
gold panda - quitters raga

photo: youknow505
(music via fantastic weapon and tsuradio)

i am yours now


spent my days and nights before searching the world for what's right here.

the xx - islands
julian casablancas - glass

photo: youknow505
(via of paper and things)

train, train, come and gone


your trick pony, he don't know me, he don't know me at all.

charlotte gainsbourg - trick pony
via this recording

photo: lili forbes (via of paper and things)

gold and warm



if only! i left the house today wearing two pairs of socks, tights, leggings, a dress, two sweaters and a coat, hat, scarf, etc. sigh. this is how it begins... soon i won't be able to go outside without feeling like my face is going to fall off with cold. i'd enjoy winter a lot more if i didn't have to go out into it so much.

in the meantime, however, i've also put on a seasonally inappropriate song from benjamin davis and sebastien schultz, aka bad veins. i'll always hold dear the time that i've spent here. i want to hear your heart beating loud. and i want to see you stand up proud. as we go where sunlight is gold and warm.

bad veins - gold and warm
via this recording

photo: erica hoffman (via of paper and things)

the brain is a slow wave



i could be so happy if i just quit being sad. i could be so happy if I just quit being a drag. i could be so sweet if i just quit being sour. i could do all these things. oh, i have the power. i'm gonna see what tomorrow brings.

heartless bastards - be so happy
heartless bastards - new resolution is my resolution too.
heartless bastards - hold your head high
heartless bastards - the mountain

photo: octavian dogariu (via hello bauldoff)

all i want



Myrtle
by John Ashbery

How funny your name would be
if you could follow it back to where
the first person thought of saying it,
naming himself that, or maybe
some other persons thought of it
and named that person. It would
be like following a river to its source,
which would be impossible. Rivers have no source.
They just automatically appear at a place
where they get wider, and soon a real
river comes along, with fish and debris,
regal as you please, and someone
has already given it a name: St. Benno
(saints are popular for this purpose) or, or
some other name, the name of his
long-lost girlfriend, who comes
at long last to impersonate that river,
on a stage, her voice clanking
like its bed, her clothing of sand
and pasted paper, a piece of real technology,
while all along she is thinking, I can
do what I want to do. But I want to stay here.

sarah blasko - all i want
sarah blasko - we won't run

photo: nathalie daoust (via of paper and things)

run every day



I dreamt that I was sick. I dreamt you too,
a face that moved over sounds. Comes a time
I'll wake, I know, but for now you'll keep as mine.
Love's a sickness that I dreamt. Love finds you,
or you it. You always said a messy room
would make itself a messy mind. Something like.
Love's a mess I meant. Comes a time the night
will bring no more to light, or nothing new.

Time is always falling back on its youth.
Everything slides from end to start, from age
to the past for a shine; an easy wage
to look on the never was and find truth,
to clear the mess into neat piles of dust.
I woke up tired, and licked away the rust.

new order - age of consent

photo: coquinete

you know that i could use somebody



you know that i could use someone like you. and all you know and how you speak. countless lovers undercover on the streets. you know that i could use somebody. i hope it's gonna make you notice someone like me.

bat for lashes - use somebody (lo fi)

photo: héctor pozuelo

i'll hold you close under these skies


there's nothing going wrong in the city tonight.

rural alberta advantage - barnesyard

(more from the raa's september daytrotter session.)

photo: sandra croft

sweet for your heel


kiss your mouth to shut you up.

red red meat - gauze

photo: piers morgan

garance doré

i have to admit that my style is pretty generic. as much as i love clothes and spend a lot of time thinking about how i should dress, the truth is that i usually play it pretty safe, clothing-wise. however, in my fantasy life (or maybe i should say in one of my fantasy lives, for i have many), i'd have the great skin and style of the people featured on une fille comme moi, which is a really lovely blog from french illustrator garance doré. she posts a mix of fashion illustration and street style photos, and i think if you like clothes, or you like pictures, or if you like clothes and pictures, you should check it out. it used to just be in french, but now the posts are also translated into english. which is helpful, seeing as i took french in school for about twelve years and yet can barely speak a word of it now.

i've included some of my favourite photos below. as i'm always impressed by/secretly, corrosively jealous of people who can pull off a look that is, in essence, pretty simple without also looking boring, i would happily knock over any of these people and steal their style and their no doubt delightful parisian lives. i like croissants.






all photos property of garance doré, from www.garancedore.fr