Sometimes girls just wanna have fun and other times we just want to play with eggs. So was the case this weekend when my dear friend and true artist Jessica Martin came and visited me from Miami. We had actually never spent time together one-on-one before (I blame it on the ever influencing and distracting night life culture of Miami) but after 2 years and lots of chance encounters we finally made it happen. Being the spontaneous creative creatures that we are we had no plans, just feelings and the results came out in the form of a warped and surreal breakfast special. All photos were taken by me and egg balancing acts by Jessica. Much more to come with this one.
Brand New Ancients
In the old days the myths were the stories we used to explain ourselves.
But how can we explain the way we hate ourselves,
the things we've made ourselves into,
the way we break ourselves in two,
the way we over complicate ourselves?
But we are still mythical.
We are still permanently trapped somewhere between the heroic and the pitiful.
We are still godly; that's what makes us so monstrous.
But it feels like we've forgotten we're much more than the sum of all the things that belong to us.
There may be no monsters to kill,
no dragons' teeth left for the sowing,
but what there is, is the flowing
of rain down the gutters,
what there is is the muttering nutters.
What we have here is a brand new mythic palette:
the parable of the mate you had who could have been anything but he turned out an addict.
Our morality is still learned through experience
gained in these cities in all of their rage and their tedium and yes-
our colours are muted and greyed but our battles are staged all the same and we are still mythical:
call us by our names.
The plight of a people who have forgotten their myths
and imagine that somehow now is all that here is
is a sorry plight, all isolation and worry -
but the life in your veins it is godly, heroic.
You were born for greatness; believe it. Know it.
Take it from the tears of the poets.
There have always been heroes and there's always been villains
and the stakes may have changed
but really there's no difference.
There's always been greed and heartbreak and ambition and bravery and love and tresspass and contrition -
we're the same beings that began, still living in all of our fury and foulness and friction,
everyday odysseys, dreams and decisions...
The stories are there if you listen.
The stories are here,
the stories are you,
and your fear and your hope is as old
as the language of smoke,
the language of blood,
the language of
languishing love.
We are perfect because of our imperfections.
We must stay hopeful;
We must stay patient-
because when they excavate the modern day
they'll find us: the Brand New Ancients.
Text taken from Brand New Ancients, a poem by Kate Tempest
Images taken by me
Magazine Review: REVS
Every now and then I come across a magazine that really takes my breath away. A combination of the size, the paper quality, the imagery, the cross-pollination of text all creating an overall aesthetic of a very real but also very imaginary world that I can let my mind, heart and soul immerse into ever so deeply. Call it a Matrix moment. That said I came across just that very magazine this week when I was killing time at Barnes & Noble. It's called REVS and I don't know how I've never heard of it before because this is their 14th issue. None the less it's glorious in all of it's essence. Every editorial, concept, artist highlights, designer spotlights, creative exploration and experimentation. Enough talking, I'll just let you see for yourself through my quick little video below.
