it may be the sucker for decadent youth in me, but the much-derided video for "we found love" is one of the best of the year. as the melancholic electropop throbs in the background, it tells the story of a vibrant, stylish couple in an anonymous citysprawl whose charming hedonism and reckless abandon ends up working against them--all of it a jumbled, disjointed trail of memories recollected by a tortured rihanna, who agonizingly leans and crouches against her bedroom wall in beautiful adolescent tumult. british model queen agyness deyn gives a somber opening narration that sounds like a drunk dial lullaby. there are tremendous shots of concrete decay and pastoral bounty alongside fashionable children as if predicting a dystopic future. the kid looks like brown but he's more gorgeous. oddly enough it reminds me of breathless or amanda knox and her foreign boyfriend before the drama. and i wouldn't be surprised if her clothes became the latest thing in due time. a timeless representation of a generation high on renaissance dreams.
there goes our leonardo, our brilliant mind who gave our modern culture life and breathed so heavily into it. i feel somewhat like an orphan who's returned home to only an empty table and a cold bowl of soup.
