skating down the mountain, skyline in our rear view mirror.

Sunday

never enough pretty lights

After nearly forgetting I shot these pics, I looked around and realized my floor is no longer crowded with 4 weird and wonderful nomad friends, a moon mat, (check these things out! most comfortable recycled item I've come across to date) countless tie-dyed shirts and the incessant sounds of electro music pumping out my front window.  I miss it all, but looking through these photos of galactic design I notice something totally organic about the forms and patterns of light which, to me, calms the inevitable passage of time.  Slinking snakes, skeletal ghosts and twisters of rainbow xylophones lit up our world as if the entire output of the Chinese New Year was crammed into a big screen TV box.  The contradiction I find in man-made objects, able to produce such cosmic whirlpools of lights with a simple human movement, reminds me that no matter how much alkaline, steel and petrol needed to create our world full of junk, all you have to do is have a little fun with it and the results will astound you in the most elementary ways.






full immersion

the master revealed

lets all live in the center

there are genies at the end of every light trail..


schizo
Take from them what you wish and if you get a chance to see Pretty Lights...do yourself a favor and GO.
Btw those luscious beats you're probably bobbing your head to right now are classic PL. 
Soak it in.

catch ya on the flip side,
-shane

Monday

red wall fall

on christen: odille blouse, urban outfitters skirt, h&m thigh highs, i.n.c. oxfords
on magic jake: vintage sears flannel circa 1877, griffith shorts
 
on shane: billabong shirt, h&m pants, globe sneakers


If I had to guess, I'd say our sporadic style of posting isn't a mystery. My only alibi is this:  in a world full of junk, consumption and accumulation where does one stand out? Is uniqueness found in a flurry of pictures, thoughts, links, videos and commentary on everyday life? Maybe. But to me, pockets of distinguishability arise in the miniscule; in between the threads that we so artfully weave together to make up our own cultural understandings. So if you happen to give our link a clickity click, remember how you got here. What small inkling of fascination did you pursue to check out 2 fairly normal human's blog? I'm satisfied not knowing - I'm absorbed in the mysterious reasoning behind this postmodern trend of stumbling and discovering. Let us not fail to explore.
Our beguiling icon, Columbus, probably couldn't tell you what he was looking for when he set out across the big pond but he sure as hell found something worth discovering. Keep the receptors open at all times. You never know what delights lay around the corner. As summer turns its shoulder to us and the auburn winds of fall fill the city, go out and watch it breathe. Watch it spin and twist in our solar spiral of this magnificent universe. We're one among many but it's that invaluable solidarity that makes each day worth living. Tune in for more.  
-shane