Serious Drawings for a Serious Life

Because no one is fine and dandy all the time. Take a break with some serious humour.

This humour is so dry, my lips are chapping. Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk. I always wonder how some people form their styles, too. Like how did Marc come up with these faces that fit the message he's trying to convey so perfectly? The spread out eyes, minimal detail, those somber, unamused expressions... was this the result of a doodling day gone awesome? As if he was just chilling on the bus, or vaguely staring at his paper in front of him in class and suddenly these faces appeared before him? Either way, I am a fan.

Whimsically dry.
Those are two words that aren't next to each other nearly enough.

Marc Johns, everybody! Give him the slow clap. A serious, slow clap.

Zombie Territory

Yes, I admit, I have ventured into the life of the living dead these past couple weeks. Masses of work have appeared out of nowhere. First, its presence was that of a fruit fly. If I kept waving it away, all was well, but it would inevitably come back to the sweet scent of my procrastination. Then, this fly transformed into a fucking monster. It creeped up behind me and just ate me in one bite, leaving me whimpering and passively fighting it with no use.

Me, in kitten form, just peeking over to freedom. Because everything is much more pleasant in kitten form, obviously.

And now that I have crawled out of zombie territory (hopefully), here is a quote to enjoy. Not at all angsty like the excessive amount of egocentric teenage girls crowding around on tumblr (not that I have tumblr or anything...).

It's something I need to remember. Fate is not a fact. Everything did not necessarily happen for a reason. I just sometimes like to think so, because more than anything that notion is comforting.

Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun - drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn't your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don't play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn't a work of art. Your room probably isn't Selby material. Your life isn't a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable.Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. 

You cannot romanticize hurt. 

Or sadness. 

Or loneliness. 

You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won't lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way.And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film. 

-Malena 

And with that, I bid you adieu.

ps. whyamistilluphowamigoingtogetupdamnyouinternet (bonus points for understanding this) 

Mind = Blown

Every now and then I'm really glad I have a book of faces (facebook) because you can come across some damn nifty things. Of course, it's relatively akin to shopping at a dingy thrift store. Most of the articles you see, you may question humanity as to why they were ever even created in the first place, like a turtle neck with a bunny silhouette cut out to show bare skin on the neck (or in terms of dear facebook, cue dramatically passive agressive statuses about a boy, potentially in poetry, or perhaps a mobile upload with the caption, "Hard day," and a girl with immaculately straightened hair in front of a mirror putting on a sad face). Then, out of nowhere, comes a reason as to why you went there in the first place. An absolute treasure has been revealed.

Now I've always been fascinated by how our mind can play tricks on us with music and headphones in. As in when a cello is playing on what seems like one side of your brain, and then Adele is belting it out on the other. I can vividly see some casual cellist sitting on a miniature chair atop my gross looking brain, knowingly smiling at Adele.

So, enough of my rambling and to the point, do you fancy a virtual haircut? Have you been looking in the mirror and thinking, "What happened, when did I become Hagrid?" This is for you. And even if you've looked in the mirror and thought, "Holy crap, gotta take this sexuality down a notch," still listen because, shhh, you don't actually get a hair cut.

LISTEN.
I DEMAND YOU!
Please.
With a cherry on top.

Mind will be blown by clicking this sentence, with your headphones already in otherwise it will all literally be ruined.

And now, partly because now my blog looks consumed by words, here are some dreamy pictures for you.

Interior Porn:

Abstract Numbers:

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Rabbit Earz Tumbla:

iPhone Five Set to Take Over World

Typical apple fanboy, pshaw.

Dear iPhone 5 Hype,

            I’m speaking on behalf of all of those who don’t live under a rock and are held subject to the absurdly frantic hype over what is called the iPhone 5. Apple fanboys have been lighting up cyberspace with mock trailers for months, spurring intensified critique of the current iPhone 4S, and spending 98.7% of their time dreaming around their new life which will be so radically changed with this new phone.

See, the new design has been deemed “revolutionary”, a complete “breakthrough”, and “lighter and skinnier than ever before”. But am I the only one feeling a nagging sense of déjà vu? Despite its attitude of literally taking over the world with its brilliance in the sleek confines of the skeleton of this phone, haven’t they called every redesign thus far revolutionary? Each one poised to simply blow your mind? Sorry to inform you, Apple, but I can confidently say I have never been blown away by a phone. I have not awoken to a newspaper article with the newest design of the iPhone and consequently fallen off my chair in sheer shock as to what they’ve done. And to anyone who has, you may want to go take a bike ride and realize what just happened to you (I’m sorry, you can only go up from there).

Why am I so stone-hearted, you ask? How are my nerves made of such steel in the face of such a ground-breaking design? Well, fellow consumers, it stems from the irrepressible irritation of the incessantly repeated updates to an identical phone each time! In a sense, it seems as though the inner snob in all of us is exposed when we can feel the newest iPhone in our pockets, as if it was the ring from Lord of the Rings, power pulsing through you, seeking envy in the eyes of those you speak to. Conversations ensue, and it becomes a challenge to drop the fact that you have the “game-changing” phone by your side, acting as though the phone from three generations ago is almost the same thing as an infamous Nokia brick. The iPhone 4S will now be met with an “Oh, cool”, escaping from their subtly condescending lips, as if you just told them you prefer mailing letters in a horse drawn carriage. In actual fact, that would be far cooler than any phone on the market. Who wants to bring back carriages? Nokia, this is your chance to shine!

Now I hate to sound so brash. Admittedly, I have tapped into some of the beauty of Apple on my own. I’m the proud owner of an iPhone, a MacBook, and some family member down the line has an iPad, I’m sure. I know others who have virtually every product released by them, and others who stick to simply one. Regardless, it is undeniable that Apple has made a permanent mark on the consumer world, and it has come out of repeated innovations that have literally changed the dynamic of technological products. No longer are these advancements confined to the awe of the nerdier elite of society, but it has stretched over the world to an unfathomable degree. It is something to be feared, though, when people will sacrifice all logic for an obsessive frenzy over the release of a product that really doesn’t seem to be that innovative on its own anyhow. How much is marketing and how much is true innovation? How desperate are we to be a part of this advancing technological world that we will buy the newest products every time, not questioning their value but simply praising their name?

            I know we love to pick on our old fogeys of parents, pointing out the flaw in their story of the trek to school being two hills up, chuckling at their confused faces as they attempt to send emails, feeling all high and mighty when they ask you how to save a document, but what were they waiting in line for, camping out for in the prime of their earlier years? Legendary rock festivals, like Woodstock, which gathered 400,000 people, or tickets to Jimi Hendrix or Led Zeppelin. The phenomenon of being the die-hards for a certain niche of the entertainment world came from genuinely sick things you could go to. Not for some game that you’ll hide in your basement and play, or for a phone that you paid someone to stand in line for (oh, the things that could go wrong there). And it’s not like after we get the iPhone, we rush home and do crazily innovative things with it, like solving world hunger with an app, checking out some x-rays as though we were McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy, being Picasso for an afternoon whilst using your finger to draw a stick man – let’s be real. We instagram, we tweet, we facebook, we game alone on the bus.

            Essentially, phone companies of the world, you’re making us less cool than our parents, with their hipster records and vintage photos of their afros gleaming in the sun. And as impossible as that sounds, it’s becoming a tragic reality. Stop the hype. Let us be cool again.

Sincerely,

@FedUpWithPhoneHype #whenwillitend #hashtag

Music For Yo Fine Earz

To be frank, my week has been hella chill, yo. The program I'm in isn't entirely centered around what those around me call midterms. We do, howeva, have some majour research papers and projects coming up in the near future so don't think this is a slacking deal. And even though my week has been deemed chill, my weeks in general seem to go by faster and faster. Honestly, it's slightly disturbing how quickly it all goes by. 

One minute I'm waving to that dreary figure called Monday slumping towards me and then the next I'm running after Friday in his disco clothes whizzing past. I need more hours in the day! Mother Nature, I'm snapping my fingers! Make that sun last a little bit longer puh-leeze. 

What's been helping me actually get out of bed in the morning though, before I'm caffeinated and superficially wired for my first class, is some new musica that's been injecting some rhythm into my toes. 

First, tumblr tabs to inspire a beautiful fresh start to next week's Monday morning. 

C'est parfait. Ce cappuccino est art à moi. 

(go google translator, buddy ol pal)

Alvhem Makleri:

Laura Anna Abelli:

Attics have always had such a haunted reputation. Put in a window, let that glorious light in, paint the walls milky white, and suddenly the attic of that supposed family of ghosts is your most beloved sanctuary.

Birdy Eyes:

Alvhem Makleri:

I used to be convinced that this type of layout of a kitchen was the most absurdly cramped idea for a realistic family. Now that I'm confined to the size of a closet for a bedroom, and have fallen quite in love with its quaint coziness, there's much more appeal to living small. This is almost like a more formal alternative to an island, and who doesn't like a hint of well hidden fanciness here and there?

Abstract Numbers:

Small Rooms:

Alvhem Makleri:

Abstract Numbers:

Abstract Numbers:

Abstract Numbers (can you guess I'm a fan?):

Alvhem Makleri:

Alvhem Makleri:

Alvhem Makleri:

Now my lovelies, onto some music I've been digging.

And by digging, I mean obsessed with. Alex Clare is the most dreamy combination of foot tapping goodness and hip swinging grooves and actually poignant lyrics.

Alright, this next song may not be for everyone (it includes *gasp* swear words!). But I can't deny the catchiness. Slash it's quite the hypnotic tune. Next three are for them techno-dub lovers.

If girliness ever overwhelms you, and you're in your footy pajamas with a cup of tea by your side, put this on and you will be in a small pocket of heaven. 

This song was stuck in my head for honestly days, if not weeks. It's haunting. It's beautiful. It's addictive.

Cheerio! Hope the weather wherever you are is not as gloomy as the view I'm looking at. 

*m

Pretty Patric Pictures

After perusin' through SF Girl By Bay's latest posts, Patric Johansson came into my life.

Yes, we eloped.

No, I kid. But I can say that his photos sure enticed me. 

Ranging from dainty tea parties to industrial white kitchens he's got it all. Take a peak at the goodies over in his portfolio. Don't say I didn't warn you though. There is a high risk of lingering for an hour or two, especially once you start finding where all of the photos otherwise live (Swedish Elle Interior or IKEA catalogues, for example).

Now that I've most likely sufficiently creeped out Patric, let the beauty commence.

Hope your thanksgiving was splendid and delicious and joyous.

*m