lots of people asked, so here you go:
the first time i came across vice magazine, i was a young naive teenager from small-town ontario who was awestruck by the big city lights. i was tickled pink that it was a free! magazine! distributed at hip edgy stores in toronto, and took a copy…
Love number 105: obsessions
—->nothing for you to know from this post.
Love number 104: lines
Drawing, pulling, stretching them. In quest of yourself. Funny how you always think you can avoid yourself. You can’t.
But you can create him. Every single day. From scratch.
Love number 103: clouds and mindtravelling and more
This ad makes me feel good. It just delivers what the tagline promises for the product. It is, itself, made of more.
More creativity, more imagination, more freedom. It is not just an ad. It is a fairytale. And it is the example of ads that can make you feel nice without yelling “BUY ME” like a hard selling commercial whore. Sometimes more is more.
Love Number 102: WeAre FromLa
"we are a creative commando". oh i love them.
Love number 101: self expectations
Love number 100: New York
Love number 97: superhumans
This is just “badass”. It’s probably the best ad for Paralympic Games I’ ve ever seen cause it’s just true. Life is all about inner strength. Simple as that.
Music is “Harder than you think” by Public Enemy. “Γάντι”.
Love number 96: Metamorphosis
"Ovid’s classical poem Metamorphosis tells the story of goddess Diana and the hunter Actaeon. This timeless story has been reignited by Credit Suisse in a contemporary English setting, featuring Anna Friel and Ed Speleers, to draw attention to the Titian exhibition (July 11 — September 23) in London’s National Gallery".
Love number 95: endless summer
Love number 94: ppl who-don’t-give-a-fuck. relax, breathe, laugh, cry, talk if necessary. but don’t let them screw your head.
Love number 93: i forgot the obvious. i love me. yap. #true_story
Love number 92: “Hear me Roar”
"And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear”.