#serve #face … because the sidewalk is your #champselysees
Pulse the signature sound as apropos a sonic aesthetic as any you could possibly fathom. Be the rainbow coalition rallying cry emerging as the pulse of the marginalized and socially-oppressed communities. The uber-derivative genre infusing indigenous sounds with new synth technology. The cultural anomaly with which to be reckoned, that self-contextualized subculture hidden-in-plain-view.
Be the rainbow-haired bad romancer emerging as the pulse of the Generation Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell fringe networks. Bathe in uber-derivative artistry. Pull identity from Lorca, Queen, Motley Crue, In Living Color, Peggy Bundy, Kardinal Offishall, Stanley Kubrick, Yoko Ono. Wear it. Infuse influence with modern Pop veneer. Bear the cultural anomaly with which to be reckoned, that self-contextualized subversive supernova hidden-in-plain-view, the bleeding red corpse of American celebrity hanging from the rafters.
Melt into your melted mirror for an electrifying ride, look deep into the black of my melting mirror eyes. See you reflecting me, reflecting you, reflecting me, reflecting you, reflecting me, reflecting you … until we melt together and sink deep … into the other side.
Melt into my mirror, you lose yourself into the pool of liquid mirror. Step into the looking glass, sink deep within its pool, and straddle the dimensions in time… I’ll see you there… along with my friends. See it through the looking glass.
February 14, 2010
Wes Gordon is a 24-year-old Atlanta-native who exudes pure cosmopolitan. Gordon was raised in the heart of Buckhead’s WASP nest, but never settled for his surroundings. He went on to pursue fashion at Central St. Martin’s College of Art and Design. A natural born hustler within the Haute Couture world, Gordon interned with Tom Ford and was a summer assistant to Oscar de la Renta– nbd. Now in New York, Wes completed his latest women’s collection just in time for the Fashion Week fiends to get their fix of the future of fabulous.
If all I cared about was me, I could make a million. And that’s what they will never understand.
“It’s not that I’m rebelling. It’s that I’m just trying to find another way.”
I think something very weird’s going on now, ’cause the power that is permitted to youth is quite extraordinary. And they are sort of run by that kind of power.
January 14, 2011
Zodiac news: we have a new house in the house. As above, so below – so, on behalf of our generation: Welcome to the Ophiuchus Show.
Astrology and society mirror each other brilliantly: stars dictating lower astral elements’ every move, pulling pieces to and fro in the midst of suspense, battling with rival orbs’ gravitational forces, and universal supremacy held by the number of other bodies revolving around the ruling luminary.
Amidst the universe sat twelve dignitaries, the twelve signs of the zodiac – astrological designations, and a cosmic culture. Today we ushered in Ophiuchus – the thirteenth house. Continue reading
Alright, alright, alright – we’ve done this before… Well, not we, but me. So, don’t be scared - I’ve done this before. Gotta love album art, right? When it’s done right at least, which is the least you could ask from a generation of kids who make gifs and Photoshop tricks all day. Alas, today’s album art is… quite atrocious by-and-large. Anyhaps, when given the opportunity, I like to give stories to album covers – because a) why not (b) the picture itself already gave me the first thousand words, I’m just grabbing the baton (c) stop asking moot questions – the cover’s going to get creatively deconstructed. That said, Chester French is coming out with a new album #huzzah Yep, that Chester French #kanyeshrugsandsomeblackgirllove … connecting the dots… they dropped the album cover … connecting the dots … here goes the Blinkk: