details details details. it's all in the details.

(perfect) details should be neither seen nor heard.

no. more. coffee. PLEASE. dear god.

i HATE fridays because i don't get off work until nine at night, so if i feel like going out right after i have to set up shop in a place like starbucks that isn't so far from dc. so i have been sitting in here for three hours and drinking so much coffee and i smell like coffee and i look like ryan atwood. whyyy. but it's making me jittery and hyper and i can't even sit still. and sometimes when i'm tired or distracted or the way that i am right now, i get certain words or phrases stuck in my head on loop. like at the beginning of the summer it was always this one: "things that i enjoy doing: nothing." i almost couldn't even remember that one because now it's "dear god..." followed by either nothing or by things like "...i hate tweens." sometimes it's not even words that get stuck it's images instead. like if i'm thinking about something i'm supposed to do and i can't think of it, the first image that pops into my head is someone building the frame of a house and hammering a nail into the wood and the sound of sawing. my brain is a weirdo. THE END.

sol sonne soleil TAIYOU sólntse araw. sun(s).

beatz and bleepz: last american weekend edition

ohhh i do not feel like going out this evening. i am tired and i am stressed and i smell like i fell into a pot of coffee and went swimming for four hours. living in starbucks does this to you. i do feel like i SHOULD go out, though. i mean, it IS my last weekend living in america for a while. perhaps this playlist will be just what i need to put some pep in my step. ps this playlist is all over the damn place, be warned:

kids (alison wonderland rmx)-sherlock's daughter
open your eyes-steve angello & alex metric
neverest (treasure fingers rmx)-hey champ
mundocaso-gregor salto & florian t
cold as ice (foreigner cover)-specimen a
good life refix-katy b & geeneus
walking on a dream (go go bizkitts rmx)-empire of the sun
you know-allan guevara

mind blowing bonus. it's a remix of the opening and closing track from inception, which i've still yet to see but which i just gained immense appreciation for soundtrack-wise. i have a weird thing for certain movie OST's...they make my heart flutter.* especially ones by ludovico einaudi or yann tiersen. but anyways, bottom line...this is amazing. okay i'll stop talking now:

time (we plants are happy plants)-hans zimmer

*fun fact: when i am particularly moved by something, i often feel like i am going to sneeze. i don't know why that is...they say that if you stare at the sun for too long, your body makes you sneeze to involuntarily close your eyes...maybe i just get overwhelmed and my body doesn't know what to do except force me to close my eyelids and shut off visual stimuli. or maybe i'm just a huge weirdo who is allergique à la magie.

confetti is only funfetti in colours and cupcakes

sometimes i just feel like i am so full of wasted energy that i am going to explode into little bits of confetti. but not the fun, colourful kind of confetti though. instead i feel like i am going to explode into something boring like tiny bits of newspaper or pages from anna karenina. speaking of which, what happens to all those little bits of confetti after the explosion? where do they all go? birds' nests? sewers? alaska?

anthem du jour

slowed down version of erik satie's 'gymnopedie no. 1' (also used in that behati prinsloo/behati prinsloo's boyfriend i-D feature 'meet me at the corner'):



and is it me, or does this song sound almost exactly the same (in the beginning, at least?):

anthem(s) du jour

really feeling spanish yé-yé pop today, so we have 'dime que me quieres' by silvana velasco (whose video is trying to be all space age courreges, yeah?):



and then 'ninguno me puede juzgar' by violeta rivas:

the exploding girl

watched this today and really liked it. very mumblecore.

beatz and bleepz: the igotahaircut edition

a weight has literally been lifted off my shoulders; i chopped four inches off my hair yesterday. this has been an extraordinarily long time coming, and i'll be especially glad not to hear "oh wow your hair has gotten so long!" every time i see anyone i even remotely know. and i have so much more mobility now since the wingspan of my hair is no longer hazardous to innocent bystanders, meaning i plan to dance at least 23% more. preferably to these songs:

through the night (the swiss menergy rmx)-grum
chillin-modjo
another late night (bit funk rmx)-joman
my turn-louis la roche
anthonio (designer drugs rmx)-annie
worse it gets (rac rmx)-penguin prison
keep the lights on (artwork rmx)-wave machines

a short list for short hair.

ausntm cycle six episode seven!!!

the girls head to the mountains for a phreezing photo shoot. let it snow, let it snow, please let joanna go. i pray that next week we will finally have a genuinely australian competition, rather than australia's next top model plus possible top model immigrant. FINGERS CROSSED.