karaoke wednesday | you don't stop

Music has always played a huge role in the way I dress. It's my main influence actually.This probably has a lot to do with my genderless, minimal, uniform like style.
These days it's more of a mood than exactly replicating Billy Corgan's silver pants in Bullet with Butterfly Wings.
 
Hip hop is my primal love affair. Like a proper love affair, my relationship to hip hop is hidden, passionate and a bit obscene. I started to listen to american hip hop in its prime time, around 94'. Hip hop was obscure and perceived as "urban" (hate that word) and "dangerous" around that time, especially in Europe.
Prepubescent kids  my age were into Nirvana, Metallica, etc., and The Rugrats. I was into hip hop. And The Rugrats.
This shit seems jurassic as I look back, but there was only one hip hop show on radio. Internet was a joke and those who had it were probably rich and had the resources to phone-dial that shit.
 
I was a semi-white, middle class girl, fed up with mainstream, pointless shit and the only visual reference I had was the Fresh Prince. So I begged my mom to buy me some NBA style sneakers. That shit was dope but I felt a bit out of my element. Wearing my jean jacket, my cute backpack, those huge NBA style trainers and a beanie I proudly walked  in class.
I don't want to get into much detail, but my life in school that year (and in the following years) became  a living nightmare. Today I don't regret it.
 
This up until Larry Clark's Kids came up. And suddendly, it became cool to get high, listen to hip hop and pretend you could actually skateboard. You were "urban". On and on, and you don't stop.
 
Accord Parfait - 100% Hip Hop (1995)
Lords of the Underground - Chief Rocka (1993)
Smif 'N'Wessun - Wreckonize  (1995)
Shyheim ft. Method Man - Shaolin Style (1996)
The Pharcyde - Rubbers Song (1994)
Sens Unik - J'ai peur des requins (1994)
Intelligent Hoodlum - Street Life (Return of the Life Mix)  (1993)

monday favorites

// Missing this sort of Jacquemus campaigns.




 
 
// (1.4). Seoul-based label Ader Error. (2). Hermés monochrome shirt. (3).unknown. (5.) Margiela. (6.) George.

 // Shamanic didgeridoos.

 // Uniqlo vs. Lemaire. Needs more coats!

Image of Topless Jumper / Sold Out
Image of Topless Jumper / Sold Out 
// Harry Were Topless jumper.
 
// James Pants (pantalon, hose, calças, etc) - We're Through (2008)

karaoke wednesday | suicide

 Night becomes.
Day becomes.
There is an intersection in between.
Coffee tastes like cheap champagne. Champagne tastes like cheap coffee.
 
Gorgeous 1980 gem by electronic wizards Suicide, who bring the "tha" to thanatos.

Coeval magazine

I used to be one of those women who used to buy hundreds of style/fashion magazines. Not anymore. I get easily bored and most editorials, articles etc. come across as rather superficial and bourgeois.
I don't care much about seasonal trends. At all.
I don't care much about vapid articles on unattainable luxe goods. Fact.
The main point is that there isn't enough depth in most style/fashion magazines. I like when articles or editorials make you think. When they challenge you and they inspire you. Instead of bringing you down. Over, and over again, countless words on the same boring things: the season's bag, the season's this or that. I like when the final result comes across as instinctive and natural. Not set up.  Not, well, fake. When you get the feeling you could actually wear something like that and actually blend in the crowd while remaining original. Minimal,instinctive, beautiful uniforms for everyday wear.
Minimal is exciting. Because it's real. There is a person behind the clothes and also within the clothes he or she is wearing.There is a story, and there is a realness. You can imagine that person hailing for a cab, having a cigarrete, watching a show, resting her elbows on a table or folding her shirt when getting home.
 
Coeval makes me happy. My eyes and my brain are filled with genuine excitement. The photos are lush and they make your heart skip a beat just like when you kiss a guy you really, really like for the very first time.
Coeval turns me on and  it makes me blush and leaves my mind wandering for a very, very long time.
 
 

karaoke wednesday | aphex twin

Look at them.
(insert year) summer party people.
Blasting their modern (insert music).
You are all smiles, winks and wild hair floating in an infinite universe.
Are you really having fun?
You look like you could  take a nap, could use a hug from your mom and maybe drink some water.
Maybe you don't.
In the late 90's, fun meant wearing Acupuncture trainers. And getting high. Mostly getting high.
Cheap poetic realisms of young bodies falling asleep in abandoned swimming pools.

Girls bumping and grinding.
Boys bumping and grinding.
On a smoke filled dancefloor.
Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me.

I'm the one who whistles for a cab.
Good night.
Keep the positive over the negative.
Positive over negative.

It's karaoke Wednesday.
And I just had a moment of nostalgia.
Tear ducts. Intact.
 
Aphex Twin - Ptolemy
 

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