Up The Creek

Vox Populi: "That shit cray". Above: Jacques, Shadowclub, Saturday.

Heart-Shaped Specs

JANE

Jane. 22. Animator

YOUNG BLOOD

mirrored

New project. Code in motion.

new days/old ways

Summer heat, whirled by the wind, through dustclouds, into the night: three comicbook heroes drinking iced drinks and dancing in the stagelight spill. Boo! Ooh ooh ah ah. And everyone was smiling. Double jesus on/offstage. Light reflecting off Ms Chris's glitterball suit, crotch et ceter-ah embroidered with pink chameleons. Totally want that suit. Ampie trumpet-spinning. Gold and silver, silver and gold.

Well, if I've found love then why am I so lonely? "Do you play bass? Do you play my bass?"-- songs and exclamations; strut strut to the beat. And later: "The drumkit was basically an ambidextrous drum kit. The drummer was insane!". You learn that shit on Noot Vir Noot. No joke.

holographic city

Experiments. Three dimensional views. Escher (again) and/or/slash Pablo P. The silos by the shipyard, early in the morning. There are infinite ways of looking at something. A pause between what you see and what you understand. Constructing new realities. Thanks Baudrillard. Post-structural(ism) indeed. End of year. A full stop. Aych-ee-el-pee (exclamation).

LOVE

Can you remember a time when this city was/A great place for architects and dilettantes/A nice place for midwives and crossing guards/And on, and on...Hold on children [Death From Above 1979]. Brother, you keep me smiling. X