New poster of spring breakers :)

I know I’m far behind with this, but I really really enjoyed this weird postmodern mess, which isn’t far from being a music video or even, as stupid as it sounds, a prolonged film trailer. will definitely become a cult film in a few years time.


sun spell

the city grows from marsh ground beneath my feet. I leave trails on the pavement.

the forrest nymph wraps herself in clean sheets, she can’t breathe and she screams of relief
until plastic structures vibrate and collapse
in perfect squares of chaos.

I pass blocks of cracked sand and glass crystals, mountain towers and halls of moss.

unclear lanterns in the sky, disguised by fog or smoke from the fire eyes of
absentminded girls
outside red painted bars,

all waiting for the final fall.

misplaced nostalgia

my generation (myself included) is likely to complain about the present when comparing it to the ‘glorious’ past of our parents, without ever having experienced it. we imagine a time of liberation, hope and musical greatness. but nostalgia is treacherous. especially the kind of nostalgia which is completely isolated from reality, a stylised past defined by our obsession for ‘retro’ lifestyles and recreated by Urban Outfitters or shows like Mad Men and White Heat. these vintage orgies reveling in home equipment, french pop, grainy black and white footage and a sense of complete communal belonging is rather a reflection of general postmodern uncertainty and a capitalist materialist fixation than anything else. it’s always easier to define past experience, but the past we’re glorifying is kitsch. it never even happened.

and don’t get me wrong, I know nothing about the contemporary music scene except for watching friends play in Camden, joining an army of girlfriends at the front line of the crowd. but perhaps we could try addressing existing issues rather than moan about how great the 60s were when we have absolutely no idea whatsoever.