woah, nick cave va perfekt når han va ung! han e fin nå og, men jeez louise
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Bands turn David Shrigley book into song!!!
Franz Ferdinand, Hot Chip, TV On The Radio etc ska lage musikk te Worried Noodles boken te D. Shrig!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OG! David Shrigley ska lage title sequence-en te en ny britisk indie film som hette Hallam Foe og hørres fantastisk og, og Jamie Bell har hovedrollen!
Franz Ferdinand, Hot Chip, TV On The Radio etc ska lage musikk te Worried Noodles boken te D. Shrig!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OG! David Shrigley ska lage title sequence-en te en ny britisk indie film som hette Hallam Foe og hørres fantastisk og, og Jamie Bell har hovedrollen!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
depresjonssanger del 4

dette e teknisk sett 3 sanger, men alle e fra albumet The Holy Bible av Manic Street Preachers, fra 1994, det kom ut 6 måneder før Richey Edwards, som skreiv meste av sangene på the holy bible, forsvant. eg syns det e det beste albumet noensinne lagt. men det e kanskje litt vanskelig å forstå det.
Yes - Manic Street Preachers
You can buy her, you can buy her
This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here
Ev'rything's for sale
For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me
There is no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself
4st 7lb
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home
See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappear
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
Im getting better
Karen says Ive reached my target weight
Kate and emma and kristin know its fake
Problem is diets not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower
My visions getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking
Mother trys to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole ryvitta
Thats the way youre built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Kate and kristin and kit kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybodys life
I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy
And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me
Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This disciplines so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
Ive finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel.
Faster - Manic Street Preachers
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell
The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude Im draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
Sleep cant hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows arent clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
Ive been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything

dette e teknisk sett 3 sanger, men alle e fra albumet The Holy Bible av Manic Street Preachers, fra 1994, det kom ut 6 måneder før Richey Edwards, som skreiv meste av sangene på the holy bible, forsvant. eg syns det e det beste albumet noensinne lagt. men det e kanskje litt vanskelig å forstå det.
Yes - Manic Street Preachers
You can buy her, you can buy her
This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here
Ev'rything's for sale
For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me
There is no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself
4st 7lb
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home
See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappear
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
Im getting better
Karen says Ive reached my target weight
Kate and emma and kristin know its fake
Problem is diets not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower
My visions getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking
Mother trys to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole ryvitta
Thats the way youre built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Kate and kristin and kit kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybodys life
I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy
And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me
Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This disciplines so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
Ive finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel.
Faster - Manic Street Preachers
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell
The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude Im draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
Sleep cant hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows arent clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
Ive been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
Monday, July 23, 2007
depresjonssanger Del 3
Denne har eg og hatt lenge. Eg pleide å tro den handla om mishandling, eller et abusive forhold, men det tror eg ikkje lenger.
The Cardigans - and then you kissed me

man, i've had a few
but they wouldn't quite blow me like you
you gave me your name and signed
with a halo around my eye
and it hit me like never before
that love is a powerful force
yes, it struck me that love is a sport
so i pushed you a little bit more
love, you're news to me
you're a little bit more than i thought you'd be
a mole in my well-fed lawn
you're a nightmare beating the dawn
oh, it hit me like never before
that love is a powerful force
yes, it struck me that love is a sport
so i pushed you a little bit more
Blue, blue, black and blue
red blood sticks like glue
true love is cruel love
red blood's a power-fuel
sweet love, tasty blood
my heart overfloods
oh you hit me
yeah, you hit me really hard
man, you hit me
yeah you hit me right in the heart
lord, i've had my deal
but i never quite knew how it feels
when love makes you wake up sore
with fists that are ready for more
and it hit me that love is a game
like in war no one can be blamed
yes, it struck me that love is a sport
so i pushed you a little bit more
oh, blue, blue, black and blue
red blood sticks like glue
true love is cruel love
red blood's a power fuel
sweet love tasted blood
my heart overfloods
man, you hit me
yeah you hit me really hard
baby, you hit me
yeah you punched me right in the heart
and then you kissed me
and then you hit me
oh, you hold me with your violent heartbeat at night
oh, you strike me with your silence baby, tonight
you hold me with your violence baby, come hit me
you hold me with your violent heartbeat
Denne har eg og hatt lenge. Eg pleide å tro den handla om mishandling, eller et abusive forhold, men det tror eg ikkje lenger.
The Cardigans - and then you kissed me

man, i've had a few
but they wouldn't quite blow me like you
you gave me your name and signed
with a halo around my eye
and it hit me like never before
that love is a powerful force
yes, it struck me that love is a sport
so i pushed you a little bit more
love, you're news to me
you're a little bit more than i thought you'd be
a mole in my well-fed lawn
you're a nightmare beating the dawn
oh, it hit me like never before
that love is a powerful force
yes, it struck me that love is a sport
so i pushed you a little bit more
Blue, blue, black and blue
red blood sticks like glue
true love is cruel love
red blood's a power-fuel
sweet love, tasty blood
my heart overfloods
oh you hit me
yeah, you hit me really hard
man, you hit me
yeah you hit me right in the heart
lord, i've had my deal
but i never quite knew how it feels
when love makes you wake up sore
with fists that are ready for more
and it hit me that love is a game
like in war no one can be blamed
yes, it struck me that love is a sport
so i pushed you a little bit more
oh, blue, blue, black and blue
red blood sticks like glue
true love is cruel love
red blood's a power fuel
sweet love tasted blood
my heart overfloods
man, you hit me
yeah you hit me really hard
baby, you hit me
yeah you punched me right in the heart
and then you kissed me
and then you hit me
oh, you hold me with your violent heartbeat at night
oh, you strike me with your silence baby, tonight
you hold me with your violence baby, come hit me
you hold me with your violent heartbeat
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Her e någen bilder fra Marjan Pejoski sin lookbook fra AW 07/08 Menswear kolleksjonen, den e heilt sinnsyk! eg e forelska! det har kanskje og litt med modellen å gjørr som minne meg om Alex Kapranos i sin beautiful-dancewhore-michael fase, blanda med et eller aent pent menneske eg ikkje komme på:





anyway, tebake te poenget (det va forresten Marjan Pejoski som designa svanekjolen te Björk som eg syns e dødskul):














anyway, tebake te poenget (det va forresten Marjan Pejoski som designa svanekjolen te Björk som eg syns e dødskul):









Wednesday, July 18, 2007
http://community.livejournal.com/thrifthorror/38856.html
dette va på friendslisten min når eg kom hjem ikveld, freaky!
dette va på friendslisten min når eg kom hjem ikveld, freaky!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Obsession-sanger Del 2.
Manic Street Preachers - Groundhog Days
Denne sangen e en b-side fra albumet Know Your Enemy fra 2001.








Waking up again
To the same old things
To the same old songs
To the same old pain
Cocooned in this world
Where every single thing hurts
Bones broken up inside
Look at the boredom in my eyes
We talk the same
We are the same
We just can't walk anymore
We love these days
These Groundhog Days
We just don't feel like before
I felt the sunset overland
And it made me fight again
But tomorrow came too quick
And I went back to bed again
Is this what you do with eternity?
I killed myself so many times I don't even exist any more
So I surrender to impulse but still so numb
So make some time
So make some time
Wake up feeling like a Messiah
Totally fucked five minutes later
My body a temple falling to pieces
Chocolate or Coke, my needs are artificial
Unintentional, forsaken for what?
All in search of our personal gods
Manic Street Preachers - Groundhog Days
Denne sangen e en b-side fra albumet Know Your Enemy fra 2001.








Waking up again
To the same old things
To the same old songs
To the same old pain
Cocooned in this world
Where every single thing hurts
Bones broken up inside
Look at the boredom in my eyes
We talk the same
We are the same
We just can't walk anymore
We love these days
These Groundhog Days
We just don't feel like before
I felt the sunset overland
And it made me fight again
But tomorrow came too quick
And I went back to bed again
Is this what you do with eternity?
I killed myself so many times I don't even exist any more
So I surrender to impulse but still so numb
So make some time
So make some time
Wake up feeling like a Messiah
Totally fucked five minutes later
My body a temple falling to pieces
Chocolate or Coke, my needs are artificial
Unintentional, forsaken for what?
All in search of our personal gods
Saturday, July 14, 2007
en mighty cool og festlig editorial av Steven Meisel! iselin har någen veldig bra bilder i denne:
Vogue Italia July 2007
Super Mods Enter Rehab
Photographed by Steven Meisel
Styled by Karl Templer
Models: Agyness Deyn, Denisa Dvorakova, Guinevere van Seenus, Irina Kulikova, Iselin Steiro, Lara Stone, Masha Tyelna, Missy Rayder, Sasha Pivovarova and Tasha Tilberg

























Vogue Italia July 2007
Super Mods Enter Rehab
Photographed by Steven Meisel
Styled by Karl Templer
Models: Agyness Deyn, Denisa Dvorakova, Guinevere van Seenus, Irina Kulikova, Iselin Steiro, Lara Stone, Masha Tyelna, Missy Rayder, Sasha Pivovarova and Tasha Tilberg

























Thursday, July 12, 2007
Fin editorial med Eddie Klint fra Arena Homme+





eg e forresten så sagt mobilløs nå, men bare ring meg hjemme når du komme hjem ikveld! har du forresten lyst å vær med å se den nye Julie Delpy filmen (2 døgn i paris)? den ska visst vær veldig bra og hu e dødsfin. alright, snakkes snart, savne deg.
og dennis posta et par av mine bilder av mari på bloggen sin: http://denniscooper-theweaklings.blogspot.com/





eg e forresten så sagt mobilløs nå, men bare ring meg hjemme når du komme hjem ikveld! har du forresten lyst å vær med å se den nye Julie Delpy filmen (2 døgn i paris)? den ska visst vær veldig bra og hu e dødsfin. alright, snakkes snart, savne deg.
og dennis posta et par av mine bilder av mari på bloggen sin: http://denniscooper-theweaklings.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Karen O - "Maps" video tears were real
Oh, NME, de kan virkelig nyheter.




Bildene e av Andrew Kendall, den vakre.
Oh, NME, de kan virkelig nyheter.




Bildene e av Andrew Kendall, den vakre.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Obsession-sanger Del 1
Eg har enkelte sanger som eg blir kjempeobsessed med for evig og alltid. det skjer hovedsaklig når eg e deprimert og eg kan/trenge å hørre på den samme sangen på repeat, alt fra 5 ganger te i flerre timer, fordi det e beroligende (selv om sangene vanligvis e kjempedeprimerende. det e tydeligvis en uslåelig kombinasjon!). dette e en sang eg hørte masse på i 2004 som eg blir like frika av å hørre nå, den e fra Soviet Kitsch, Regina Spektor sitt fantastiske førstealbum.
Regina Spektor - Ode to divorce

The food that I'm eating
Is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone now
I know what it tastes like
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
Like you might make a dollar
I'm inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils
Peeking over your molars
You're talking to her now
And you've eaten something minty
And you're making that face that I like
And you're going in, in for the kill, kill
For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss
I need your money, it'll help me
I need your car and I need your love
Eg har enkelte sanger som eg blir kjempeobsessed med for evig og alltid. det skjer hovedsaklig når eg e deprimert og eg kan/trenge å hørre på den samme sangen på repeat, alt fra 5 ganger te i flerre timer, fordi det e beroligende (selv om sangene vanligvis e kjempedeprimerende. det e tydeligvis en uslåelig kombinasjon!). dette e en sang eg hørte masse på i 2004 som eg blir like frika av å hørre nå, den e fra Soviet Kitsch, Regina Spektor sitt fantastiske førstealbum.
Regina Spektor - Ode to divorce

The food that I'm eating
Is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone now
I know what it tastes like
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
Like you might make a dollar
I'm inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils
Peeking over your molars
You're talking to her now
And you've eaten something minty
And you're making that face that I like
And you're going in, in for the kill, kill
For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss
I need your money, it'll help me
I need your car and I need your love
Nordmann kvestet av tog på Roskilde
Mannen, som ifølge VG Nett er en 26-åring fra Stavanger, ble i 01-tida i natt påkjørt av et godstog. Mannen var deltaker på Roskilde-festivalen, og han ble påkjørt 2-3 kilometer fra festivalområdet, i retning Roskilde stasjon
Regne med dette ikkje e någen men kjenne? sant? (tatt fra 80sig)
okay, mari seie at alle leve, og at me faktisk ikkje kjenne någen 26-åringer fra stavanger, og det e jo faktisk sant.
Mannen, som ifølge VG Nett er en 26-åring fra Stavanger, ble i 01-tida i natt påkjørt av et godstog. Mannen var deltaker på Roskilde-festivalen, og han ble påkjørt 2-3 kilometer fra festivalområdet, i retning Roskilde stasjon
Regne med dette ikkje e någen men kjenne? sant? (tatt fra 80sig)
okay, mari seie at alle leve, og at me faktisk ikkje kjenne någen 26-åringer fra stavanger, og det e jo faktisk sant.

Her e et lite intervju med Patrick Wolf i en australsk avis!
SSO: There are rumours flooding the internet about your sexuality, so are you straight?
PW: No, not at all. My sexuality is kind of liberal. I fall in love with men and women. I guess you would call me bisexual. I like to have sex and fall in love - I don't like giving terminology for my sexuality.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
kjøpte forresten S Magazine,
det va heilt fantastisk! hundre kroner i danmark, det e mega fedt og det e bare en extravaganza av nakenhet all over the place. det e det beste bladkjøp eg har gjort siden det første spesialutgaven av quest. vekdig anbefalt, du hadde elska det! eg kan alltids bring it over når du komme hjem og.
det va heilt fantastisk! hundre kroner i danmark, det e mega fedt og det e bare en extravaganza av nakenhet all over the place. det e det beste bladkjøp eg har gjort siden det første spesialutgaven av quest. vekdig anbefalt, du hadde elska det! eg kan alltids bring it over når du komme hjem og.
ohohohoho se ka eg fant; ennå ein holyoaks fanvid satt te en tidløs klassiker! det e total eclipse of the heart!!! denne e ennå mer imponerende i sin teknikk og timing, det e som en heilt ny verden av en kunstform har åpna seg for meg! for the record så går eg faktisk ikkje på leit itte disse, de finne meg.
Nå har Kris Van Assche gjort sin debut for Dior Homme, det va ikkje så veldig spennende, litt klassisk med detaljer, men ingenting komme vel te å vær spennende etter Hedi, så eg får vente å se.
Nå har Kris Van Assche gjort sin debut for Dior Homme, det va ikkje så veldig spennende, litt klassisk med detaljer, men ingenting komme vel te å vær spennende etter Hedi, så eg får vente å se.
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