my closed-eye adventures have been bursting with vivid life and technicolor-sensation
certainly special,
but not the lumberjack one.
visual confections, mind cake and aural amusements brought to you with love, quandary and a penchant for digital pleasures.
Whether on or off the grid, Fiona Apple permeates the cracks and breaks ((sound)) barriers with her haunting musical brilliance. We all know that seductive voice. Its smokey tones of grey that crawl out of the speaker and with its snakiest, slow billow, lingers around you with such a resonanace that you swear you can hear the gutted exhales from the fragile ghosts of which it came. We all know the videos. Faces of many but really only one anyone truly cares about. It doesn't matter what she's doing, she does it all with those tell|tale eyes bounding you in their stare for days. She is an artistic, human wonder; Ever-so-frail, hypnotizingly strong, and most importantly and inspirationally, always surmounting the business/public/media/etc with steadfast loyalty to her self.
I have been waiting for the arrival of her new work Idler Wheel (The Idler Wheel is wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords will serve you more than Ropes will ever do), set to be released in mid-June, taking in refreshing bits of nourishment via a few of the dripping internet information faucets. Then I stumbled upon this article in W with a striking photo of Fiona cloaked in Repunzle threads and a dreamy embroidered Valentino top.
Here are both. Take a couple bites:
http://www.wmagazine.com/celebrities/2012/06/fiona-apple-new-album-the-idler-...
"The animate earth – this moody terrain that we experience differently in anger and in joy, in grief and in love – is both the soil in which all our sciences are rooted and the rich humus into which their results ultimately return, whether as nutrients or as poisons. Our spontaneous experience of the world, charged with subjective, emotional, and intuitive content, remains the vital and dark ground of all our objectivity."
Everything is coming out roses. Or it can if you want it to. Newly filling the air of the world beauty market is a Perfume Candy that will give your taste-buds extra sweet internal attention, while your externals attract and receive the same. Inspired by ongoing oral fixations with floral-flavored confections, addictions to that which can perform double-duty, olfactive affairs with the timeless scent of the geranium flower (a Victorian-era obsession), and modern perfume's most notorious confidant: the rose. And more specifically, the scent of the rose, the Bulgarian company Deo created a candy that will (post-consumption) leave you smelling like a walk in the garden. How does this all work? The candy contains the ingredient Gerniol, a chemical that after ingestion, and most importantly, the lack of digestion, emits itself (and in this case in a blossoming, aromatic sort of way) out of your pores. I admit I am tempted to try it. Who doesn't to eat their candy and smell like it too?!
and while there will be plenty merriment to salt the last two days with, i can't help but be sprinkled with a little sadness.
While today is a good day to be thankful and celebrate the blessings in your life with the sharing of an autumnal feast of warm delights, tradition and love, be sure to pay your respects and remember the falsehoods tied to the actual inception of this 'holiday'. Take a minute to remember those who lost their lives and land pre the 1637 declaration of "Thanksgiving Day"; Who suffered at the hands of the pilgrims. There will be a time where this day becomes solely a day of gratitude and stops being intertwined with the myths of the union of the indigenous people of America and that of religious dissidents of England that moved in on their land, and took a lot of their 'blessings' away.