We spent what was predicted to be the last hot day at the beach. We listened to Beach House on repeat and R.E.M. and Pavement. We got ice cream and went to the arcade and got these horrible portraits taken in the “Van Gogh Workroom”, which is essentially just a photo-booth that ruins your pictures by not telling you when the pictures are taken and then by having a computer try to be artistic. It was difficult to pick a favourite pose, so we went for the most ridiculous.
Wild, Beach House
It was a beautiful day outside the library
Glueman (live on Instrument) , Fugazi
Stolen Moments
Catching an intimate moment from a distance: from this height in the library I can see the static red boats on the powder blue sea closing in on the horizon with the pale sky. A boy in a blue shirt, and a girl in green lie facing one another on the secluded grass above the walkway. Side by side, his hand moves for her hip and their heads move closer. They break away and laugh. I feel creepy because I don’t think anyone else can see them. Ten minutes later they get up to leave and walk into the shade showing no sign of being together, and no one else could know.
My “review” of Moonrise Kingdom.
Poppy Field in Argenteuil
Field of Corn
Sunflower Field Under Blue Sky
The Field of Poppies
I had a recurring nightmare as a kid. I was standing in a Monet-like field, which was something I must have picked up from the paintings around our house. The flowers reached high above my head and made me feel tiny, but I could still see beyond them, and the field had no limits. There was a black clock tower so huge it looked like it touched the sky. As soon as I noticed it, the field vanished and I was inside the basement of the tower.
It was brick walled and dark. There was a man strapped to a conveyor belt, and I think he was headed for a furnace. He was begging me to save him. I knew that fat black clouds had gathered outside, and there was no more light there, or anywhere. The clock was ticking as the man moved along and I pleaded with some unseen, menacing controller to let him go.
I could never save him, I always ran out of time. I always woke up crying and went in search of my parents.
There’s nothing to do on the internet
when you’re not supposed to be doing something else.
Music Progression
Fleetwood Mac to Frank Ocean to Lana del Ray to Little Dragon to Fugazi to Black Flag to Frank Ocean to Slowdive.
Bitches in the library won’t shut up.
9:45pm, a Friday, 2012
“In all honesty, I’m just waiting for it to be an appropriate time to fall asleep”
University of Aberdeen New Library, Aberdeen, Scotland. photo © Schmidt hammer architects k/s 2012
This is on the radar looking nice and pretty like an incandescent cuboid Zebra, but I want to take a minute to procrastinate and rant about what a truly terrible library it is.
- Most importantly, there’s a massive hole in the middle. There is a hole in the middle. There is a hole in the middle. There is a hole in the middle. Which not only means less floor space, but that noise from the café on the ground floor (where there is hardly anywhere to sit) travels - very loudly - to the top floor, landing at and picking up all the noise from the subsequent floors on the way.
- There are three bathrooms on each floor, all of which are uni-sex and pretty gross.
- There are only 3 lifts, one of which is invariably broken and results in queues which extend outside during exam time (now).
- They ordered the wrong kind of glass and didn’t realise until they had finished, (come on) so now it’s going to be like a greenhouse during our week of summer.
- It’s a library made of glass built in a place known throughout the UK as the Windy City, second to Chicago obviously. (It was closed on Sunday, because of wind.)
- It has a massive hole in the middle.
I can’t stop watching Made in Chelsea. It is disgusting and beautiful and horrific and amazing.
(Source: candy-kittens)
