Basking in the sunshine of eternal coldness.
If its a cliche to love a good stormy cloud then im a sucker for a cliche too.
BOAT MAGAZINE
This is a top end magazine that is fresh on the block with only 2 issues out at the moment. Its incredibably freshing to see a couple do something inovative and original with a classic magazine. There is something unbarable about flicking through the first 50million pages of adversiment that you get in magazine these days, but Boat Magazine has none of that! They are purely and simply about giving their readers something exciting and original to flick through. Although i have to say i didnt flick quickly through a single page of it. Each issue of this magazine centers around a different forgotten city, revealing new stories coming out of that city. Whats even better is that they arnt just soursing the information wirelessly, NO they delve right into the culture of that city. Their journalists and explorers go and live in the chosen forgotten city to seek out the amazing tails and stories that are told by the local people that live their. Isnt that great. You cant help but get a real sense of truth and raw honesty from their stories.
Didnt think it could get any better? Well it does. On top of all of that the photography through out the whole issue is stunning, seamless and beautifull. They arnt just photographs, they are peices of art.
This magazine covers a whole host of different angles, approaches and interests into rediscovering these cities. If you dont know about these cities before then you certainly will after you read this magazine. AND you’ll be gagging to visit them.
This song needs to be the sound track to my life. Iv listened to it an unhealthy amount of times and i would normally by now be getting pretty sick and tired of it BUT IM NOT. Its bloody amazing. Theres something really epic about this sound, its takes you out of your own life and into another thats just way cooler than reality. I think you have to watch the film “DRIVE” to get the ulternate world and really experiance this song. My obsession could stem from a every so slight fantasy over Ryan Gosling and myself crusing down the highway in a 1973 Checrolet Malibu to this song. Me with windswept hair and him with his arm draped across the back of my seat.
Yeah who am i kidding.
Nicci. This little lady is very special to me. Not me in the center hogging the whole photo, the beaut next to me. (hey its hard to angle a polaroid at your self ok) Way to many fond memories with her from the days our late teens, getting up to all sorts of mischeif. She lives in London now, which makes me sad because I now live in Cornwall which is 300miles away. This makes me have a sad face BUT I get a happy face when I remember that I shall soon be reunited with her in the big smoke very very soon. Me and Nicci will be friends well into the days of us having to use eye cream.
This is probably my favourite photograph of my older brother Russell. I think its because it was taken in a time when i didnt know him and I didnt exsist. A version of my brother that I will never know. The image of him feels so familiar to me but alianated by the distance between us. Theres a strange frustration that comes with having a massive age gap between siblings. He has been able to watch me grow up and be apart of everything about me, but i have missed out on a missive part of him.
I have always known him but he has not always known me. That feels like a strange anomaly to me.
There is nothing wrong with a heathly awareness of death. We must always realise our own mortality, it makes us appreciate the moments in life that really count.
Pure Filming
Drive
Bronson
Dancer in the Dark
Lars and the real girl
Dog tooth
Dogville
Melancholio
Melholand drive
Blue Velvet
Twin Peaks
