decay dance

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.

imperial

we would be stupid to lose a couple this gorgeous.

sculpture

something out of a museum.

i'll dance

salome as a spoiled flapper in a world made of pretty faces and utter decadence. artificial, grand, subtle. a gaudy poem.

you say you wanna revolution

probably the best propaganda film i've ever seen. much better than triumph of the will.

zeus

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.

red-blooded

i love the look of the mid-20th century american gaijin.