Daily Archives: February 9, 2011

sound and magic ♥ momentary thief

I was checking up on tour dates for some of my favorite artists, and then started youtubing…and happened upon this older song of Chris’s. I hadn’t played it in a while but now it’s currently the song I play the most…it seems. Idk, it just sits right. Although it makes me want to cry in moments….other moments it’s like a lullaby…not even one of my favorite songs….but right now it’s just what I need to hear.

Chris Pureka, Momentary Thief

“Well I never won you over,
I just caught you on a good day…
We were laughing in the back
of an old city taxi,
with no mention of my borrowed time,
just the glow of the whiskey
and the holiday lights.

Well there’s no need to name this,
because we’re just going to call it a day…
so you can run out in the front yard
and wave goodbye to the plane…

But I remember the corner,
the bar and the moment
that I came un-tethered and fell,
into that scene from my favorite movie,
yeah you know the one…

Well, I’ll tell you what,
I’ll save you the trouble of running away.
yeah I’ll tell you what,
I’ll save you the trouble of running away,
yeah I’m already gone out the door
and I stole this moment for me,
this moment for me….

Well you’re no kind of contrast
to all my somber ways,
we may as well have a picnic darlin’
out in the driving, pouring rain,
but I’ll just carry on,
pretend that’s just how I’m inclined.
So you better grab a hold of something,
steady, steady, ’cause I’m cutting the line…

But I remember your shoulder,
your breath and the moment,
that I came un-tethered and danced,
into that dream, the one where you kiss me
and then the camera flashed…

Well, I’ll tell you what,
I’ll save you the trouble of running away.
Yeah I’ll tell you what,
I’ll save you the trouble of running away,
yeah I’m already gone out the door
and I stole this moment for me,
this moment for me, this moment for me,
indelible and bright….”

www.chrispureka.com

visual suicide ♥ erin meets zadig

2 of my favorite things…the absolutely breathtaking Erin Wasson( I would NOT kick her out of bed) & the kick ass French label Zadig and Voltaire with whom I actually worked for a short while before leaving the U.S. for Montreal.

Erin is not only the new face and muse for the brand, but she will also be designing for them. This makes complete sense if you’re familiar with Erin’s past collaborations and/or her overall style. She’s pretty rad man. More than rad actually. Go Erin. Now kindly remove all your clothes and be waiting in my bed. k, thanks. 😀


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sound and magic ♥ coco & black cab

Love this! Another acoustic version of Self Machine, but this one is the best in my opinion. The look on Eliot’s face at the very end, alone, is worth watching it for. Haha…seriously.

I Blame Coco from Black Cab Sessions on Vimeo.

Here’s another acoustic version of another one of her songs…not from black cab sessions. But thought you coco fans would want more anyways. 😉 I didn’t like it as much when I first got her album, but it’s grown on me. Big time.

I Blame Coco – I Blame Coco ‘Turn Your Back On Love’

Also they’re a little old. But I realized I never posted these images of Eliot(Coco), they were from Jalouse Magazine and from last year. Shame on me. I adore them and they’re taken by the fabulous Thomas Giddings.


www.thomasgiddings.com

the walking dead

Sleeping too much is a sign of depression. I know this. What about not sleeping at all? Or alternating between the two extremes? Then what?

I don’t feel depressed.

But I can say I don’t feel like “myself” whatever that means.

I also feel like…in this moment…that I have been dishonest. Not that I’ve been lying or speaking falsehoods. But…I haven’t been facing my feelings. At least I realized this all today. I’ve been trying so hard to believe I made a mistake. Hoping I created emotions where they didn’t exist. Praying, even I, with my insight for bullshit, accidentally let this adolescent crush I had turn into infatuation…which I innocently mistook for love.

“You weren’t in love Taschka. There’s no way. You barely………………….”

What does it mean to “know” someone?

Being around someone a few times, versus years? There are family members who have known me my entire life…who barely know me. There are friends I’ve made and within 24hrs felt like kindred spirits. So I don’t really understand what defines “knowing.” I guess it’s for the individual to decide. But I will say this, the lack of knowing at times…is what can keep you from discovering the things that can shatter your ideals. And no one is or should be idealized as such. Even I know that. But sometimes you ignore certain signs and just trust your feelings. I trusted mine and they told me I was in love.

When I discovered for the first time in my life that what I wanted wasn’t what I could have…I reacted as any raging narcissist would. I freaked out emotionally. Then I put on armor and said fuck it. And since, I’ve pushed it to the back of my head and have not revisited it.

But today…

Someone extremely important to me said something along the lines of, “I don’t mind being second choice as long as I am one of your choices.”

When I asked them wtf they meant by that absurd remark they then told me, “Your feelings for her haven’t gone away. You’re just pretending they did.”

::sigh::

I had nothing to say about that. In fact I felt the most real I had in ages. Everyone has been so quick to denounce my emotions…by telling me I made them up, or that I was lying to myself. So I started to believe it. I started to doubt everything I felt for the past year…just because of a few technicalities and adult assumptions.

But isn’t being an adult also being able to acknowledge when you’re hurting? And being Woman enough to admit the truth? Despite facts, despite possibility, despite want…

Today I discovered I still “feel” and it’s ok. I’m not a weak person because of this. I’m also not crazy or weird, or whatever. People fall…it just happens. I’m tired of apologizing to myself for it. I’m tired of being afraid of judgement. I’m just tired of giving a shit…all because of four little letters that smacked me in the face.

So what. So the world can see this. Anyone can read this and know I too, along with the rest of you, am capable of being vulnerable. Only I’m laying it all out on the table. I don’t care anymore. It feels amazing to admit…to put a name to this numbness that’s been dwelling inside. It’s ok to hurt. At some point I’ll get passed it. I don’t know when, or how…but I will.