Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Of squawking birds, warm hugs, and maritime metaphors

There is a pillow on my bed which smells, unmistakably, of Him.

It would otherwise be unremarkable, this thin blue thing. Blue, checked, cheap material from my university days. One head wide, possibly with space for another side-of-a-face to rest peacefully upon. Made of such un-extraordinary stuff that you believe it’s completely and utterly forgettable. For about two minutes. And then it’s not even forgettable, just a pillow.

What is remarkable is his scent. Like a ticket to the cinema of memory it is a trigger to the moving pictures of my mind. Flitting across my synapses and opening creases in an internal universe of a place quiet, and sacred, and free. A place that’s mine.

Sunday, 27 April 2014

Sunday night jukebox 2

If you're struggling for inspiration of any kind, I highly recommend listening to any of Spotify's 'mood' playlists! (You can find it on 'Browse'...)

A quickfire round of my inspiration on this mellow April Sunday...

Sunday, 23 February 2014

Sunday night jukebox

Just some of the music and imagery that's been inspiring me of late.

Photo credits go to (from clockwise) Rob DalyM.Abs MediaRoyal Flux Dance, and Circa (in Opus). 

And five bits of music...

Friday, 7 February 2014

Thank you, Dallace

Dallace Zeigler, one of the few Waackers of the Old Guard. Picture courtesy of Noelle Marie at LadyinHipHop.com

Just a short one.

Heard last night that a legend of the Waacking scene, Dallace Zeigler (as seen here in purple in Superfreak), passed away. I never had the chance to learn from her personally, but I wanted to take a moment and share this little showcase that she did before she got very sick.