Here is a beautiful work of art featuring A$AP. Lana Del Rey for the win.
Love how music videos are seeming to be the new artistic expression. I think this may even have been shot on the new video app from instagram, but don’t quote me on that
Enjoy
Stay tuned for the next featured music video by Beirut
Rad video of some artisan coffee, brewed by some of the best. This video expresses something simplistically delightful; dark, rich, warm coffee.
Video owned by Espresso Lab Micro-Roasters in Cape town.
If you are looking for some good coffee Esspresso Lab are some good guys who do it well.
http://espressolabmicroroasters.com/
https://twitter.com/#!/EspLabMicro
I’ve recently found myself intimidated and somewhat left behind by this new wave of creatives in and around my life. There seems to be a creative revolution going on around Cape Town. With the explosion of the digital forum as a creative platform to exploit art, design, photography and visual aids, those ‘creatives’ (they are all nerds really)around me have been able to express their ideas through amazing displays of art. I on the other hand have been on the other side of the design platform; one might say, in the audience. My applauds resounds and my imagination has been sparked. I’ve found inspiration to try develope something of my own. This image is my most simple and uncomplicated collage of images that all uniquely say something about how my mind works. It is in a way, a snapshot into my favourite people, foods, activities and art. You can peek through your fingers with hopless amusement at my amateur attempt, but give it a smile. I’l hopefully litter this little blog with more of mydeerfeet-thought-picture-mind-smiles. This is just a start. And for me thats the biggest hurdle.
To describe a soul? I would say it’s made of poetry. Poetry speaks, and says things that language cannot; because its not just language. Poetry transcends language. Its not hemmed in by linguistic structure like we are. man.woman.black.white.young.old. These words exist to define our limitations. Poetry has none. Poetry conveys a message in complete silence. Often poetry is most profound in the silences; the spaces between words. Love poems, hate poems, death poems, they express something explicitly human. Yet I’m convinced they display something of God too. Poetry’s ability to reach out and touch a heart in a way that can cause it to cry, or to laugh, or forget to breath. This compells me to believe that it contains some element of the Divine. Like songs, and lyrics, and nursery rhymes, poetry is alive. I feel made up of poetry; the molecules holding me together are poetic, bound together by the thread of Gods needle. Psalms, Song of Songs, every word of Jesus’ mouth. Poetry. Stirring, demanding me to think with different thoughts; see with different eyes; feel with a new heart. The Word, it holds you together, yet its an ocean. It is the substance of imagination; the seed of a thought; the value in wisdom, yet also a grain of coarse salt. Making your teeth feel itchy and uncomfortable. It is found in every awkward moment, sitting accross the room, laughing at you. We believe we create poetry, but in a way, poetry creates us. It is part of us, yet its its own. Separate. Apart. Created; Creator; and that by which everything is created, or loved, or dispised. It belongs, and it owns. Every drop if it a bird, free, twirling, falling, crying.
‘What is now proved was once only imagin’d.’ – William Blake.
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