Is this Christmas?
New R.Kelly video (v. v. explicit)
I’m gonna rethink life next time I have an Oreo.
I saw your handprint in the snow on the gate to the churchyard,
I followed your footprints on the path,
Under the yew I saw a frozen dewdrop spider’s web,
And percolating through the boughs and branches:
A thousand syllables of silver bird song.
And through the blankets of the falling snow,
Like a single zero on a blank page,
I saw a wreath upon your grave.
Ryan Hemsworth, Berlin 2013
The stripped-down version of Mapei’s single “Don’t Wait.”
Downtown Records | 2013
Possibly the most romantic song of 2013.
Photo by George Chinsee
Their “belated honeymoon” in Rome guided Mark Badgley and James Mischka for pre-fall. For More
Ben, I want to see this in person when I’m back in the Bay!
My Nights At The Rendezvous by Casey Garner
What my idea of heaven looks like.
Jennifer Szalai explains why she despises the term “guilty pleasure”: http://nyr.kr/1gWx5o5
“The guilty pleasure seems to me the distillation of all the worst qualities of the middlebrow—the condescension of the highbrow without the expenditure of effort, along with mass culture’s pleasure-seeking without the unequivocal enjoyment. If you want to listen to Rihanna while reading the latest from Dean Koontz, just go ahead and do it. Don’t try to suggest you know better.”
Illustration by Hannah K. Lee.
(Source : newyorker.com)