—”Come quickly, I am drinking the stars!”—

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 25/02/2010

did you know?

…that Dom Perignon was a benedictine monk who lived in the late 17th century.



Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 23/02/2010

Gil Scott Heron – Me and the Devil

very very sick video

(reminds me of the joker, stress video by justice and the busta ryhmes one where they have all that freaky white paint all over them)


Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 22/02/2010

(im starting to smell spring…)

Bobby Womack

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 22/02/2010

starting his career as sam cooke’s backing guitarist in The Valentinos, bobby womack wrote the rolling stones’ first hit “it’s all over now” and was introduced into the rock and roll hall of fame in 2009. Mariah carey, kelly rowland and quentin tarantino have all used his music, and he has most recently appeared alongside Mos Def in the new gorillaz single “stylo”

california dreamin, thats the way i feel bout cha, harry hippie, sweet caroline and across 110th street to name a few

– boom cali

The wise words of winnie the pooh

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 22/02/2010

“If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.”

 “You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.”

“If the person you are talking to doesn’t appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”

“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.”

“When late morning rolls around and you’re feeling a bit out of sorts, don’t worry; you’re probably just a little eleven o’clockish.”

“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best — ” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called”

“When having a smackerel of something with a friend, don’t eat so much that you get stuck in the doorway trying to get out.”

The Devil and Daniel Johnston

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 17/02/2010

I watched this documentary a while back, and was shocked at how things and people are left undiscovered. Singer, songwriter and artist, daniel johnston has been held back by his terrible mental afflictions. Nevertheless, he continues to produce music and drawings that will continue to be recognised more and more, i think/hope.

   kurt cobain in daniel johnston “hi, how are you” tshirt

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 17/02/2010

It is more erotic to wonder if you’re about to be kissed than it is to be kissed

Right on, Roger Ebert


Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 16/02/2010

Disney-Pixar film Up tells the story of Carl Fredrickson, who as a young boy and ardent fan of the adventurer Charles Munts meets fellow devotee Ellie and falls in love. The couple both dream of going on their own adventure to a Paradise Falls in South America, and when Ellie dies 70 years later Carl decides (at the behest of pushy construction workers) to leave the town he has always lived in which has transformed since his childhood.  He ties hundreds of balloons to his rickety house and escapes being forced into a retirement home. 8 year old Russell is stuck on board after trying to get his assisting the elderly badge; so the two float among the clouds until they land at paradise falls. And so the adventure begins…


If a film was a sugar cube, this would be it.


Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 16/02/2010

De La Soul – Ring Ring Ring

now thats a comfy looking chair

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 16/02/2010


Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 15/02/2010

Future Prophecies – September

Thievery Corporation – Amerimaka

Burial & Four Tet – Moth

Robot Koch – Hard to Find

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 15/02/2010

Invictus – William Ernest Henley

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 15/02/2010

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

The poem that Nelson Mandela had written on a scrap of paper during his incarceration. Note: he did not give this poem to rugby captain Francois Pienaar as inspiration, it is believed he gave him an extract of Theodore Roosevelts The Man in the Arena speech.

Big Brother Is Watching YOU

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 15/02/2010


Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 15/02/2010

Matt W Moore is american street artist extraordinaire, with an eye for colour that is reminiscient of Kandinsky or Hirst. In the 3 weeks leading up to his new exhibition at Since gallery in Paris he made all the works on display. The series of colour explosions (aka Crystals and Lasers) are all spray painted and were made in the back of the gallery.  He has done work for nike, mountain dew and vodafone to name a few.

He also did the wall of a school right outside the gallery;

for his blog, click here , and his site here

Happy Accidents by Matt Stuart

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 12/02/2010

 i love it when this happens


Paolo Roversi

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 12/02/2010


NB – Quin Jacobsen – similar


Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 11/02/2010

Lee McQueen

Bright Star

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 11/02/2010

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

 A film about Keats and the woman for whom he wrote the infamous sonnet Bright Star. Clearly; a tearjerker. The poet’s untimely demise lends tragedy to the story,and being a victorian period drama you do expect the wispy old england aesthetic. There are some seriously beautiful scenes of the english countryside, and Ben Whishaw is perfect as the fragile and delicate Keats. Abbie Cornish is perhaps a bit …coarse(?) for her role as muse and lover. Her (greasy) hair is plastered to her head, showing off her pretty but unrefined  face. But maybe this is part and parcel – she is rigid in defense of her art, and stuck in the rigid society that surrounds her.  She stoicly defends fashion against the brutish Charles Brown (Paul Schneider). While the costumes are imaginative, they were not breathtaking.

But this isn’t Marie Antoinette. My expectations of a mystical, poetic creature were slightly disappointed, i thought she was a bit plain to be a Bright Star. But i think i might be judging things on appearances alone. The suffering incurred by her feelings for Keats are tremulous, and the pain of his death is potent in the last scene. Reading the sonnet evokes a quiet passion, a tender love which runs so deep that even death cannot overcome it. But Whishaw and Cornish do not have a lot of on screen chemistry – they hardly kiss for the whole film, yet are supposed to be desperately in love. Refrain is obviously a big part of the epoque, but even when they are lying in bed together, their bodies are hardly touching. There is a line between abstaining and lack of desire, and the interaction between the two ‘lovers’ almost falls in the latter category rather than the former. The spark is missing.

My problem with the film is that the story is shakespearian in its tragedy. A doomed romance that isn’t allowed to be because of mortality and finance – their impossible dreams can never be realised, and the fact that they both know this is completley heartbreaking. Yet it isn’t quite as distressing as it could be. It does, however, make Keats’ poetry soar and whirl. I am not a fan of poetry; like fanny, i don’t really get it. But im very very tempted to go and buy Keats’ work.


Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 11/02/2010

Tim Burton is a G