The Very Meaninglessness Of Life Forces Man To Create His Own Meaning

August 31, 2011 | In Heros, Thoughts

However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.

Kubrick

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May 19, 2011 | In Thoughts

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All You Need Is A Sharp Knife

August 23, 2010 | In Design, Thoughts

Develop a point of view. Think about what experiences you have that many others do not. Then, think of what experiences you have that almost everyone else has. Then, mix those two things and try to make someone cry or laugh or feel understood.

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If you meet a person who cares about the same obscure things you do, hold on to them for dear life. Sympathy is medicine.

Frank Chimero – Advice you would give a graphic design student

Thanks, Celeste.

So Gone

August 13, 2010 | In Thoughts

Let’s get the fuck out of here. Drink wine and live some…

Burn Burn Burn

August 12, 2010 | In Heros, Thoughts

The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn,
burn,
burn,
like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars
and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop
and everybody goes ‘Awww!‘

~Kerouac

Mad mad mad mad mad

I’ve come to look for America. And all the great territories…

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August 4, 2010 | In Thoughts

No Sleep ’til Bushwick

August 2, 2010 | In I Made This, Photography, Thoughts

What It Sounds Like

July 15, 2010 | In Music, Thoughts

So, just back from NYC. It was hot as sin, but fun. Sweating like an animal in shorts no socks and riding trains all day. Reading Albert Camus on a subway platform. Eating snacks. To-go Margaritas in the park. Burning film. C41 bnw & cheap color 100 iso film to burn. Telling stories. Impromptu silliness. Bryant park beers and cheese plates. No sleep ’til Bushwick. Truths Unknowable. Speed Freaks ≠ Heroine addicts. You won’t see me / I thought I knew you, what did I know? Stumptown invades Brooklyn AND Midtown. Speculating.
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I don’t know what I want but I know I want it bad.

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This week and last and probably the next all sound like this:

Astral Weeks – Van Morrison
Melted – Ty Segall
Surfer Rosa – The Pixies
Life Of Leisure – Washed Out
Warm Slime – Thee Oh Sees
Big Echo – Morning Benders
Dreamt For Light Years in the Belly of a Mountain – Sparklehorse

Film scans forthcoming.

To Be Born Again

July 5, 2010 | In Music, Thoughts

And I feel exactly like this. This record owns me.

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again

The future is unwritten,
but its been a sad/strange month.

See you between dreaming
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Mega Updates Today

June 28, 2010 | In I Made This, Thoughts

New Showreel
New Zine
New Website

Have a look. Let me know what you think…
Cheers~

evs