mood:ring :: rhapsody in muse

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mood: onyx views and new world vantages, terra nova upon alchemical wings of indigo angels… manifest movements with divine ministers and mainframe muses… synchronous rhythms and rhapsodic blues

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mood:ring :: “inner outer views”

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

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mood:ring :: “supersonic tint, cosmic disguise”

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mood: silhouette sockets and corner pockets, windows to the soul all in the palm… hand-eye coordination station c/o @evanyorkart #lightguisezeitgeist

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mood:ring :: “release the cosmogony”

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mood: motion imagery halfway between the silicon glitch and source periphery, mossless lossless c/o @artworkbyartlord 

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mood:ring :: “the greatest soul dream cure of all”

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mood: musing future movements with capeless crusaders, evolution revolution on-call with pint-sized guerrilla prismatics c/o @mrbrainwash

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mood:ring :: “the final cut must show on”

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mood: raising the curtain on goldenrod rhythms and hollywood hymns with scene animators… c/o @chaz_bojorquez x @og_slick 

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mood:ring :: “new beat vibes”

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mood: scribing the dance of denizen chameleons and the art of camouflage backdrops with urban guardians c/o @hushartist 

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mood:ring :: “some might say i echo moonbeam levels”

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mood: traversing future movements with valkyrie trilogies somewhere between valhalla and cerulean ocular canopies c/o @pamgood2 @drsc0

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mood:ring :: “starchild to 5th dimension, it’s augustine code”

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mood: architectural alchemical dia del sol sessions with language artists and rhapsodic blues c/o @retna

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mood:ring :: “memory of a free human after all”

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mood: telepathic televisuals and inversive innervisions, channeling anatomical retrospectives with human starmen c/o @drsc0 @d7606art @voxxromana 

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mood:ring :: “the cool brew”

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mood: ears open, eyes wide, tell a scope touring with the mellow yellow tribe c/o @gift.davis 

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mood:ring :: dancing apocalift float

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mood: rooted in cardiac rhythms beneath stellar canopies c/o @obeygiant 

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Serving with Slaysia, Ep. 4

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Asia… Asia, Asia: Asia. Is a very real thing. And reality will deal. In increasing measure. Well into the forseeable future. Asia is a Hollywood Renaissance. Black, Female, French, Bulldog. Serving for the stars. Slaying for life. Sitting sideways. Shading moonlight. Asia didn’t sign up for this, but — as a wise man once said: you don’t sign up for what you’re born into. Asia was born to slay for life and serve the light. Werk. It. Black. Sheesus. #amen

Act 1: Serving “I’ll Worry About My Opposable Thumbs – You Worry About Your Data Plan” Realness

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Act 2: Serving “Let Them Eat Couture” Realness

mood:ring :: stage fruition

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mood: coffee in the canyon, high tea on the hills… sunrise over silhouettes … c/o @theblakhat @wrdsmth, “hollywood has been resting on its laurels far too long.”

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In Defense of… Music

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It’s dead, right? That’s the tone. “Music is dead wrong right now.” No. Never. Not, ever. Somewhere in the midst, art lingers, latent but everlasting. Immortality rests in the rhythm. No matter how broke, bullied, abandoned, starved, outcast, paralyzed, apparently descended… you can always muse. The language of the gods from the stars exudes. Those lyrics and harmonies will sustain the seemingly los culture. From the mouths of babes, from the medley of blues, from the birth of tragedy, sagas continue.

MaM

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 Few of My Favorite Things… 2011: London

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From Amy and Adele, to Riots and Rupert, with William somewhere in the Middleton, London was the City that kept it trill in 2011… the rhyme and reason for the subtly subwoofed season at the beacon of fringe culture and on the brink of collapse… London Bridge is falling down, and because of that it wears the crown… Prince William ain’t do it right if you ask thee, if I was him I woulda sprayed the town with Banksy…

Night in the Sweype: Little Boots “Shake” Launch Party – London

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The Siren: Victoria “Little Boots” Hesketh

The Sound: Neo-Disco Electro-synth Brit-Pop

The Scene: Black and Gold, Blue-eyed synth soul… Lights, Camera, Passion in an East London Secret Warehouse… Half rave cave, half Factory foyer… Shake it ’til you make it, then make it shake… While you’re at it: shake it ’til your heart breaks and deluges limitless sonic sublime across the scape…

Night in the Sweyepe: Red Hot Chili Peppers & Fool’s Gold Live at The O2

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Standin’ in line to see the show tonight, and there’s a light on… heavy glow; by the way, I tried to say I’d be there… waiting for…

November in Britain: cold, dark, a tad bit secluded… but at the end of the day, there’s nothing more electrifying than a Chili night in London…

Lyrically Speaking: “Pigeon Hold” – Port O’Brien

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Good music speaks volumes… rather than impose analysis, step back and expose linguistic artistry… why critique that which has achieved perfection at its own masterful conception… listen, look, and linger in fantastic rhythmic reality: lyrically speaking

There’s a party in the basement, but the door outside is locked
There’s a line all around the corner, and it goes all around the block
And they think they’re acting clever, they think they’re gettin’ wise
They’re a Twenty-First Century rendition of 1969: so pigeonholed

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

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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

VCP Mixology: El Cobre’s Dark and Stormy

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A splash of symphonics, a dose of distilled spirits, twist of turntablism on tap, chilled swelter of the most aurally intoxicating blend… resting forever assured it will satisfy most any fiending trap… Mix me a beat fit for the most keen of tongues, and cultured of eardrums… intoxicate me: i’m a lush #inthelyricalsense

“New York has more alcohol in one establishment, than most cities have on entire blocks…” I live life like the classics… I choose three steps over twelve any day… eat, drink, be merry… I feast on socio-philosophy, I sip on life’s most delicious libations, and music makes this muse the merriest of all… in a city that is The City… in the comsopolitan metropolis that puts other microcosms to shame… Each drummer marches to their own beat, just as each bartender mixes to their own drink…

Tunes on Tap: #avotresantebushebushe

Polaroid Grey Label: “… because I see myself living in GL20”

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Last year at CES, Polaroid unveiled Lady Gaga as their new creative director which was all well and good, until the collective question became: “Alright, outside of having a business card and a Papa Germanotta-approved ‘real job’ what does she actually do?”

This year at CES, Polaroid unveiled the answer… in a word: this.

Meet the Grey Label GL20s: the call-them-sunglasses-for-lack-of-a-better-word-because-only-Gaga-can-design-something-adequate-enough-to-properly-shineblock-herself.

These glasses are not only fly and functional – they are the future. GL20s are fully operational as UV-protecting eyewear, but also capture digital images and video – which are then saved to the detachable USB earpiece; they’re photosolarbifocals.

Of course the glasses are very exciting because they’re bridging fashion and technology together – we’re creating something that’s innovative and also cultural – but this is the product that kind of really made everyone angry when we were in the conference room

#mytwocents: We live in a world of #picsoritdidnthappen – where you don’t live unless it’s on film, where you are what you wear, where the USB is your aorta… when your scape and soul solely exist in the seen scene, your point-of-view has evolved into the “Polaroid You.” Grey Label: see yourself living in GL20 … while the blind shall perish.

#watchthisspace

Normal in New York: Duane Reade, now Kitchenware-Classy

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You know what’s normal in New York: keeping it real in the middle of a recession. Duane Reade isn’t Bergdorf-Goodman, it isn’t Walgreen’s; it is aware that you already know the state of the economy if you’re at Duane-Reade shopping for utensils, cups, and general kitchenware – so might as well have fun with it #miserylovescompany #mockerylovescommerce

Flexible Straws: Suck it up New York

read: “Flexible Straws: more flexible than the adjustable mortgage rate that brought you here” – because you just had to have that new set of cabinets in 2007 #suckitup

Life in the Sweyepe: Electric Zoo 2010

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Nestled halfway between Harlem and Brooklyn lies Randall’s Island. This Labor Day weekend the islet transformed into a beautiful blend of Wonkaland and Woodstock, Sodom and Gomorah, Israel and Ibiza, Pleasure Island and Neverland – a hybrid between that Pinocchio place where lost boys find themselves and where Peter Pan’s lost boys aimlessly meander… all perpetuated by the most nourishing of all life fuels… music – electronic dance music.

Somehow, someway, the past, present, and future of music made their collective way to this halogen Haus of worship. My journey no doubt veered from the norm, but when  the clandestine is commonplace, all odd experiences are good. I was like a kid in a candy store – no matter where I went, there I was, with a sugar-rushed stranger and makeshift chaperone there to guide me along from one aisle to the next. Though the guide may not know where you’re coming from, or how to get to where you’re going, they know your destination. One second you’re lost in Manhattan, and the next you find yourself MapQuesting directions from the UES to Randall’s Island, and then you’re watching hipsters take cabs to Harlem bus stops – simple foreshadowing that no matter how far “above” those kids one is – no matter how objectively I scoff at their ways from a far more worldly and morally superior place – we’re all the same entitled Gen-Yers… making our way from decadence to debauchery by way of urban decay.

Needless to say, I had no idea what to expect: drugs, neon, iPhones, Ray Bans, Twitter handles, something, anything, nothing, everything… Needless to say, I got exactly what I expected. I’m not really sure when Electric Zoo made sense, or when I became a part of it. Maybe it was when I knew which bus was instinctively mine, the one that was  half black women – mothers, sisters, aunts, grandmas – and half NYC Prep understudies – twenty-somethings with extra time on their hands, semi-colorful cotton clothes in their closets, and the Shazaam app for when they need to Google if “that band who does that song from that commercial” is going to be at Electric Zoo. Those preconceptions and stereotypes faded as quickly as any sense of conventional reality in a cloud of smoke behind the bus.

Dime Dailies: ACE’s Wild – Subway Scenes June 15

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I don’t know about the 2, but I can vouch and say that, whenever the subway shuffles and deals, ACE is always wild… today was a bit mild – but still

Why Mrs. Taylor! What red eyes you have… looks like someone’s been seeing Brooklyn from the eyes of a native – Absolutly. If there’s one thing the third, all-seeing, eye never loses sight of, it’s fashion: work it, corporate June Cleaver.

Scene Canvassing: NABIL Elderkin

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This artist flashlight focuses on NABIL Elderkin: Mr. Welcome to Heartbreak

NABIL combined the most basic elements of 808s and Heartbreak – tech and raw humanity – to create this apropos masterpiece of 2009. Like West, NABIL did not try to beautify the chaos that catalyzed the creative process; he delved deeper into the distortion. In doing so, he reflected Kanye’s core and the video organically unfolded to reveal the method behind the mind of a tormented genius.

NABIL’s About: “i take photos and direct moving photos”

Now, a glimpse into the former

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The Re-Branding of America: Distriction – Around Town May 23-25

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Distriction at its core: Snapshots of DC being DC

No better way to start the day
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Even better from the inside. I’m not too good to ride the bus — just with you on it
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DC Street Chic: you can’t pay for this kind of space

Memorial Day Traffic

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The Quarter: Title Mag

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The kid’s alright … Title Magazine Editor-in-Chief Catherine Bui stopped by the Motel to let us in on her latest work:


The Quarter is a fourth of a dollar and the Fourth Estate went from promoting public opinion to profiting the private sector – but a quarter is still a fourth and it’s always a pleasant surprise to see the vanity press resurfacing. Now, the point, over at MdM a visitor sent a link to their magazine – and I had to pass it along. So, here is an introduction to Title Magazine

At it’s core, Title Magazine is an independent culture magazine on the upstart. For it’s first issue, I was blown away at the clean design, and diversity of artwork and editorials. If only I had this kind of get-up-and-go as a teenager – or a young adult at that.

Catherine Bui has her finger on the pulse. For a junior in high school this is an excellent example of how to present oneself as an asset to the cultural online media community. Title is a portfolio of visual and editorial pieces. Moreover, it displays a strong grasp of the digital sphere to produce an original online magazine of this caliber. Beyond the personal positioning though, Title is just a great publication for the culture and arts crowds.


I anticipate great things from Catherine & Co. A personal favorite within the inaugural issue was this foray into “Underexposed Photographer,” Nick Asokan‘s work.


In my day, we had school newspapers; obviously, times have changed. It’s great to see pockets of passion within the next generation of journalists and future media figures.


Title Magazine is an example of positive perpetuation: Bui’s initiative is the kind that makes you, too, want to “Follow your dream.”


Watch this space

Distriction: March 6th at the Smithsonian

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So the Smithsonian is free. Spring is coming. Southerners prefer crunk, but if you’re in the District it’s about high time to get some culture in your system.

I’ll be leaving DC for a quick stint, but worry not there will be plenty of other Districtions to keep you engaged … and enlightened

I suggest seeing the “Road to Freedom” Civil Rights Movement Photograph Exhibit this weekend at the Ripley Center before it closes on Monday … great pieces and quite timely — two thumbs fresh.

And yes, perusing art galleries is a great way to make you feel clever …

Watch this space: it’s about to March Off Washington