So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, comformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
-CHRISTOPHER MCCANDLESS
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♠ Nine favourite photos of Gethin Anthony
It’s so weird cause Gethin went to my school and sang in the same choir as me and now I keep finding pictures of him on Tumblr…
Maybe we’re not all doomed to lives of mediocrity after all.
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Jesus christ, i fear disorganisation will claim and ruin my life. The cruel mistress who allows me to sleep late, forget appointments, eat lunch at midnight and breakfast till the late afternoon has me well in her tender embrace, my curtains rarely part.
I am seriously worried for myself: I know, do you not think I know? I’m aware that the philosophic apathy the world often inspires in me is damnable lethargy. If i could only wake up in the mornings and sleep at night everything might work as it’s supposed to. Alas. Blame can be laid, but I rather hate being blamed. I’ll use what little I’ve learnt from Freud and employ transference. Displace the fault to my duvet, for being too comfortable, time, for wasting away, sleep and alcohol too enjoyable and shielding, food, for taking so long to cook and eat, and last but most certainly not least the internet, for containing all a person might need to be entertained for eternity, or at very least until death is tagged in by a flagging spirit. Damn and blast you television, movies, music, literature, blogs, social networks, porn, art, comic books, trivia, photography and sudoku.
At least watching Jeeves and Wooster expands my vocabulary.
Noah and the Whale - First Days of Spring
Full movie.
Yeah, I love this and I’m exceptionally tired so I’m going to put this on and sleep in happiness :)
I adore this album. It has such a well narrated story running through it’s entirety. And it’s so accurately adheres to my hypothesis that clarity and resonance are the key to lyrical success.
After about 3 months of sitting in my portfolio and being presented at interviews, today has been the day I pulled my socks up and got this piece finished; a caption has now finally replaced the nothing that’s been filling up the bottom left corner for so long.
From top right to bottom left:
“I’m in a band” “”I have an eye infection”
“It’s so good to see you!” “Piss off you successful bastard”
“Oh no, you split up?” “She was too good for you”
“Don’t eat that off the floor!” “God that looked tasty…”
“I can’t believe you did that!” “I don’t actually care, I just have nothing better to do”
“Oh wow, that’s exactly what I wanted!” “Socks. Again.”
“I love you” “I’ve settled for you”
“…” “Hopefully this mysterious hat will excuse the fact I have literally nothing to say”
“Oh no, you can’t come out?” “Good, X Factor’s just started”
“That’s definitely going to bruise!” “Can I have some attention please?”
“Calcium was discovered by Humphrey Davy in 1808” ” …according to Braniac”
“You’re just so funny!” “You’re an idiot, shut up.”
“I’ll have a Financial Times” “Not to read - I just like looking at the pictures”
“That was incredible” “That was distinctly average”
“I really don’t care what you think” “Please like me!”
“I can’t believe I lost my virginity in a public toilet…” “I lost my virginity!”
I got used for a cool art thing. The efforts I’ll go to emulate James Dean and his dashing tiled photo are too much.
Thanks Ellie!! xx
Silhouettes of Ourselves : Taken in a gallery in Madrid - sitting in a gallery projection room of a trippy art film and taking photos of ourselves in the projection while there was noone else there was a fucking brilliant way of spending 2 hours in a foreign city.
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Ed x
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Untitled Ava Montagu-Hawkins
this is something I did today in the company of Ashley in the woods near where I live, not related to any current projects, but I love it up in the woods so much, it’s private property so no one goes there and it’s sort of my place, so I wanted to mark my presence in a way that looked natural to the landscape, I’m going to goo back and carry on with it soon
