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I want to be friends with Otto.

I want to be friends with Otto.

Nick Drake - River Man

I’ve recently been enlightened by the brilliantly gentle songwriting of Nick Drake. He seemingly goes quite unrecognised, or maybe he doesn’t, and I just don’t pay enough attention. Either way, Nick Drake joins the many in which have gone far before their time.

"So it goes."

'Iggy' 
My work in progress. Oil on canvas. One week in.
Had a ridiculous time trying to find a reference of Iggy Pop that captured a more serious and intense side to him. Which I rather, than one from his much publicised, jaded and blase persona.
Yeah and finally bought some canvas. There’s only so much painting you can do on shitty creased bedsheets before you lose your shit.
lata

'Iggy' 

My work in progress. Oil on canvas. One week in.

Had a ridiculous time trying to find a reference of Iggy Pop that captured a more serious and intense side to him. Which I rather, than one from his much publicised, jaded and blase persona.

Yeah and finally bought some canvas. There’s only so much painting you can do on shitty creased bedsheets before you lose your shit.

lata

tiinkie:

Paul Dempsey

How aesthetic

tiinkie:

Paul Dempsey

How aesthetic

I had a strange flashback today. I was in Prague, Czech Republic. Sitting by myself in a quite populated and picturesque park, adjacent to the main central train station on a sunny summer’s day. Busy tourists walked, bags and suitcases in hand, from one side of the road to the other. I lit a cigarette and soon began to observe the people around me. Many of which I noticed were poorly dressed individuals, communed in groups, seemingly homeless. The apparent undercurrent of society. Quietly startled, I looked ahead. In the distance I saw a woman of remarkable beauty staring right in my direction. From distance, she had all the striking features of a supermodel. She began to walk towards me. Step by step that striking beauty faded. Step by step, that supermodel turned into a Zombie like heroin addict. The closer she came, the more visible her facial sores became. Larger and larger the track marks on her arms appeared. Horrified at her sudden transformation, I sat open mouthed. She stood less than 5 metres away, staring me in the face with a squinted-eyed smiling expression. She was barely out of her teenage years.¬†”Would you like some business?” She said in a broken english, czech accent. “Would I like some what?”. She demonstrated what she meant with her frail, sore ravaged hands. She implied sex. I politely declined and offered her a cigarette. She accepted and faded off. Slightly overwhelmed from my brief business meeting, I remember thinking, how was it possible for a girl of that age to be consumed by a life of drug use and illegal prostitution? A girl barely old enough to legally drive or drink, succumbed to living her life around a needle. What causes this downward spiral to the depths of humanity? As I was contemplating life’s harsh realities, I caught sight of the girl again. This time she was walking hand in hand with a man in his fifties to early sixties. Torn clothes and visibly over weight. Walking in the direction of some public toilets. She caught my eye and smiled.

Words cannot describe the effects of this picture to my eyes.

Words cannot describe the effects of this picture to my eyes.

(via universal--mind)

Goat - Goatman


Need some congas, bongos and half a dozen immigrants from the Democratic Republic of Congo to chill in my garage and replicate this forever.

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Semi Skim or Full Whole Milk?
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Full skim

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