mood:ring :: “inner outer views”

#mood #ring, TK:LA, Vinyl Cut Prose

mood: lifted and gifted, stealth serenades with star-crossed silhouettes and soul-flame renegades c/o @hijackart 

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Street Brilliance: Tupac Lagerfeld Dali x Alec Monopoly

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Slates and palettes, vision and vices as brick and mortar of Angeles the spectacular urban palace…

Media makes for a most marvelous canvas…

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when the world muses as such…

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Words, lines, scribes, eyes, Sunset below the artisan’s guise…

BlinkkStreet: Mint Street Park, London SE1

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I’ve come to love London a bit more each day. Coming from America, there’s a certain history to the Anglophilic streets that eludes most Stateside cities. Regardless of how wonderful and fresh the new, now, next – it’s the pastiche of the past and gifted present which makes those certain renowned locales truly worthy of any world citizen’s presence. London is one of those cities that appears to be a living, breathing convergence of old, now, and new. I love New York, I live New York to this day – but there’s something about London… the subtle signatures of the city scape that make it impossible to turn away.

Take South London. It’s a far cry from the casual cosmopolitan Notting Hill of the North. It’s nowhere near as “Yeah, we go to Manero’s – we know Manero. No – there’s no Manero,” as East London’s Shoreditch, Hoxton, or Dalston. I don’t exactly know what entails West London, but South London is clearly not the prime locale for fifth terminals, premiere football leagues, or posh pads. This is why I love South London – SE1 Sowfeese to be exact. It’s a neighborhood: we’ve got Morley’s Chicken and Chips #backbypopulardemand, we’ve got pachyderms and palaces, we’ve got Waterloo, Southbank, and Borough High, we’ve got the BFI Imax – which is basically a cinema in the sky.

Here’s a view of bits and pieces of the nooks and niches that make London a makeshift home for me.

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First up: Mint Street Park, and some eponymously fresh playground art…

A Day in the Sweyepe… Curbside Jamiroquai says ‘Smile, Poor Humans’

Soundtrek, TK:NYC

New York has more culture in one sidewalk square than some towns have in their entirety – and it is the only City.

If only said streets could talk…

… they would lament the passing of footprints for Facebooks… former world citizens locked behind Windows… the death of the denizen in light of the digital domain… the detachment from nature, the self-inflicted exile from stoops and sidewalks en route to a metaspacial superhighway… the ever-increasing distance between neighbors, the inhumanity of modern man… the rapture of the human soul, the cavity of urban decay upon the human condition… the plight of used people in the midst of adored products… profits superseding prophets… and the bottom line suffocating the technicolor dream… the peril of the poor human – a requiem fit for the most divine of creatures, those most virtuously insane: the denizens

not for nothing – and never to be overlooked, nor forgotten – is the everlasting human spark… the innate nature of good