LAFS

mount kimbie

2011-09-21T10:13:00.000-07:00

phanes-lucky woman

2011-09-20T13:51:00.000-07:00

2011-09-20T09:42:00.001-07:00

2011-09-19T16:04:00.000-07:00

see some art this weekend.

2011-08-12T15:01:00.001-07:00

A love note from your piano.

2011-08-10T10:07:00.000-07:00

2011-08-09T12:08:00.000-07:00

2011-08-09T11:13:00.000-07:00

august.

2011-08-09T11:11:00.001-07:00

congrads

2011-05-03T18:29:00.000-07:00

good for sun

2011-05-03T15:52:00.001-07:00

new order - "love vigilantes"

2011-05-02T19:52:00.000-07:00

'90 + '11

2011-04-28T10:25:00.000-07:00

four tet

2011-04-27T12:57:00.000-07:00

unfinished_untitled

2011-04-26T14:40:00.001-07:00

"autumn"

2011-04-25T22:19:00.000-07:00

2011-04-22T00:26:00.000-07:00

if i were to buy a print right now

2011-04-22T00:01:00.000-07:00

it'd be a berg

aqui

some favorites

amazing star wars prints

for japan

gorgeous stuff.

art and religion clash in france

2011-04-21T13:20:00.000-07:00

READ

& READ

kids these days

2011-04-21T10:18:00.001-07:00

2011-04-21T10:15:00.001-07:00

2011-04-20T12:11:00.000-07:00

2011-04-20T09:01:00.000-07:00

saturday april 16

2011-04-18T19:58:00.000-07:00

c. September 2010

2011-04-18T19:21:00.001-07:00

_____________________._._____

2011-04-18T12:25:00.000-07:00

sheldon_wh

2010-07-28T16:36:00.000-07:00

CMRACJSSBBOTS

2010-07-21T17:14:00.000-07:00

DIPLO

2010-07-21T13:24:00.000-07:00

DIPLO destroyed our faces yesterday at cinespace.
mad love to mad decent crew.
chill group of people who are down to earth and know what the fuck there doing when it comes to making people dance their asses off.

more summer music,
this one actually kills the dada
sorry dada
GET IT !!!

.drkshdw.

2010-07-20T01:27:00.000-07:00

rick owens madness.

SUMMER JAMS

2010-07-19T12:03:00.000-07:00

JULY MIX 2010 - DADA LIFE
Tracklist:
Etienne De Crecy – Hope (studio version)
Tom Staar – Two Tone Simms
Calvertron & Tim Healey – Back 2 The Ghetto
Sebastien Drums, Avicii – My Feelings For You (Angger Dimas Bambu Remix)
Kaskade – Dynasty (Dada Life Remix)
Sovnger – Breathless (Alex Gopher Day Remix)
Squeeze – Doop (Uppermost Remix)
Kylie Minogue – All The Lovers (Dada Life Remix)
Mr Blink – Gecko (Original Mix)
Boy 8-Bit – The Keep
Tiesto Feat. Diplo – C’Mon (Original Mix)
Dimitri Vegas, Like Mike & Dada Life – Tomorrow
Technotronic vs Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike – Pump Up The Jam (Crowd is Jumpin Mix)
Dada Life – Cookies With A Smile

Hayao Miyazaki

2010-07-19T11:38:00.000-07:00

is the man.

blu never fails to impress

2010-07-09T13:10:00.000-07:00

BIG BANG BIG BOOM - the new wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

another study

2010-07-08T16:52:00.000-07:00

l.o.l.

Maskinen

2010-07-08T13:37:00.001-07:00

so these people are Swedish, and i think that the female in this song is Portuguese. I understand nothing but I dont care. its too good!
go crazy.

and the dada life remix

yeah i work with computers. i am a nerd now.

2010-07-08T13:23:00.000-07:00

2010-07-08T13:22:00.000-07:00

summer jam.

2010-07-08T02:20:00.000-07:00

all about this.
beat the foggy weather blues.

a study

2010-07-07T17:54:00.000-07:00

lawl !

2010-06-13T00:46:00.000-07:00

Her voice gets me every time. This video is the definition of 90's.

2010-06-12T11:47:00.000-07:00

Blonde Miranda Kerr

2010-06-02T23:12:00.000-07:00

Numero #114 Miranda Kerr from Greg Kadel Studios on Vimeo.

Creg Kadel, Numero #114

Mull Over This

2010-06-01T00:36:00.000-07:00

a TED TALK worth watching

2010-05-31T15:02:00.001-07:00

HOWL

2010-05-30T17:56:00.000-07:00

just because

2010-05-30T13:40:00.000-07:00

THIS IS AWESOME

THIS IS BETTER

THIS IS PRETTY GREAT TOO

WORTH IT!

2010-05-28T19:06:00.000-07:00

RYAN MCGINLEY + MIA

2010-05-27T23:51:00.000-07:00

Spidy Sense

2010-05-26T20:00:00.000-07:00

This next Spiderman flick is already making me nervous... check out this short list for the new peter parker HERE

For everyone who leaves comments, and for all our new visitors

2010-05-25T15:34:00.000-07:00

SAVE A LIFE!

2010-05-25T15:22:00.000-07:00

INCEPTION SCORE- Zack Hemsey's ‘Mind Heist’

2010-05-25T15:18:00.000-07:00

check out this track from the score:

movie of the summer, callin it right now

BlakRoc

2010-05-24T21:04:00.001-07:00

Not sure how I missed this... Black Keys collaboration with 11 of the most soulful, inspired names in hip hop.

Mos Def, RZA, Raekwon, Jim Jones, NOE, and more.

"When hip-hop producer and industry executive Damon Dash decided the Black Keys were one of his favorite artists, he contacted the duo and initialized a recording project, hooking the Keys up with rapper Jim Jones. Other hip-hop artists soon came aboard, and BlakRoc is the result of what one imagines to have been numerous hazy, smoke-filled late nights in the studio. The beauty here lies in the easy, almost organic feeling of the recordings, with flows and rhymes of varying intensities syncing up with the Black Keys’ gritty, psych-tinged blues with surprisingly satisfying results. Artists like Raekwon, NOE and RZA bring the street edge, and a sultry layer of R&B is delivered by Nicole Wray; a heavy lidded Mos Def spars lazily and delightfully with Dan Auerbach’s brawny guitars. Black Keys fans will especially get their groove on to “What You Do to Me” and the single, “Ain’t Nothing Like You (Hoochie Coo),” where the Keys’ undulant grind and Auerbach’s own rusty-throated growl mingle gloriously with their rapping counterparts."

Ain't That The Truth

2010-05-24T16:30:00.000-07:00

Letter to Karen

2010-05-24T14:40:00.000-07:00

Dear, karen...

if you're reading this, it means I
actually worked up the courage to mail it.
So, good for me.
You don't know me very
well but you get me started,
I have a tendency to go on and on
about how hard the writing is for me.
But this...
this is the hardest thing

I've ever had to write.
There's no easy way to say
this, so I'll just say it.
I met someone. It was an accident.
I wasn't looking for
it. I wasn't on the make.
It was a perfect storm. She
said one thing. I said another.
Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest
of my life in the middle of that conversation.
Now there's this feeling in my gut.
She might be the one.
She's completely nuts...
in a way that makes me
smile
-- highly neurotic.
A great deal of maintenance required.
She is you, karen.
That's the good news.
The bad is that I don't know
how to be with you right now
And it scares the shit out of me.
Because if I'm not with you right now, I
have this feeling we'll get lost out there.
It's a big, bad world
full of twists and turns,
and people have a way of
blinking and missing the moment...0
the moment that could've
changed everything.
I don't know what's going on with us,
and I can't tell you why you should waste
a leap of faith on the likes of me...
but, damn, you smell
good -- like home.
And you make excellent coffee.
That's got to count
for something, right?
Call me.
Unfaithfully yours,

hank moody.

Summer Sleep Playlist

2010-05-24T02:06:00.001-07:00

Goodbye- Kevin Shields

Help Yourself- Sad Brad Smith

Couldn't Sleep- Milosh

Opus 36- Dustin O'Halloran

Avril 14- Aphex Twins

Those to Come- The Shins

Infinity- The Xx

Crosses- Jose Gonzalez

Tommid- Square Pushers

Girls- Death in Vegas

Loro- Pinback

Candy Says- The Velvet Underground

Hard to Concentrate- RHCP

Carolina- M. Ward

Most of the Time- Bob Dylan

Track 1- Sigur Ros

any other suggestions?

just in case you havent seen it yet

2010-05-24T02:04:00.000-07:00

This Ones For You. Yeah, You.

2010-05-19T23:00:00.000-07:00

YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS SHORT!

2010-05-19T19:07:00.000-07:00

GRIZZLY ISH

2010-05-19T16:48:00.001-07:00

DOPEST VIDEO IVE SEEN IN A MINUTE

Pretty Lights- Who Loves Me

2010-05-19T16:46:00.000-07:00

Summer Jam #1 ??

2010-05-19T15:11:00.000-07:00

"Rebellion against tyrants is obedience to God."

-Ben Franklin

all about

2010-05-19T11:15:00.000-07:00

DAS RACIST

download this shit !

(highly recommend coochie dip city)

summer

2010-05-19T11:12:00.001-07:00

it begins.
bump this.

Ian Curtis Died Thirty Years Ago Today

2010-05-18T14:55:00.000-07:00

Cheers to you on your deathbirthday.

no astronomy lab tonight because its cloudy and raining

2010-05-17T14:49:00.000-07:00

GARBAGE-I'M ONLY HAPPY WHEN IT RAINS
Uploaded by pierrot77. - Music videos, artist interviews, concerts and more.

Lightin Your Monday Morning on Fire

2010-05-17T06:33:00.000-07:00

THE WISDOM OF CHILDREN

2010-05-14T01:24:00.000-07:00

THE WISDOM OF CHILDREN

by Simon Rich
I. A Conversation at the Grownup Table, as Imagined at the Kids’ Table

MOM: Pass the wine, please. I want to become crazy.
DAD: O.K.
GRANDMOTHER: Did you see the politics? It made me angry.
DAD: Me, too. When it was over, I had sex.
UNCLE: I’m having sex right now.
DAD: We all are.
MOM: Let’s talk about which kid I like the best.
DAD: (laughing) You know, but you won’t tell.
MOM: If they ask me again, I might tell.
FRIEND FROM WORK: Hey, guess what! My voice is pretty loud!
DAD: (laughing) There are actual monsters in the world, but when my kids ask I pretend like there aren’t.
MOM: I’m angry! I’m angry all of a sudden!
DAD: I’m angry, too! We’re angry at each other!
MOM: Now everything is fine.
DAD: We just saw the PG-13 movie. It was so good.
MOM: There was a big sex.
FRIEND FROM WORK: I am the loudest! I am the loudest!
(Everybody laughs.)
MOM: I had a lot of wine, and now I’m crazy!
GRANDFATHER: Hey, do you guys know what God looks like?
ALL: Yes.
GRANDFATHER: Don’t tell the kids.

II. A Day at UNICEF Headquarters, as I Imagined It in Third Grade

(UNICEF sits on a throne. He is wearing a cape and holding a sceptre. A servant enters, on his knees.)
UNICEF: Halloween is fast approaching! Have the third graders been given their little orange boxes?
SERVANT: Yes, your majesty!
UNICEF: Perfect. Did you tell them what the money was for?
SERVANT: No, sir, of course not! We just gave them the boxes and told them to collect for UNICEF. We said it was for “a good cause,” but we didn’t get any more specific than that.
UNICEF: Ha ha ha! Those fools! Soon I will have all the money in the world. For I am UNICEF, evil king of Halloween!
SERVANT: Sir . . . don’t you think you’ve stolen enough from the children? Maybe you should let them keep the money this year.
UNICEF: Never! The children shall toil forever to serve my greed!
(He tears open a little orange box full of coins and rubs them all over his fat stomach.)
UNICEF: Yes! Oh, yes!
SERVANT: Wait! Your majesty! Look at this! Our records indicate that there’s a kid out there—Simon—who’s planning to keep his UNICEF money this year.
UNICEF: What?! But what about my evil plans? I was going to give that money to the Russians so they could build a bomb!
SERVANT: (aside) I guess there’s still one hero left in this world.
UNICEF: No!
(He runs out of the castle, sobbing.)
SERVANT: Thank God Simon is keeping his UNICEF money.
SECOND SERVANT: Yes, it’s good that he’s keeping the money.
THIRD SERVANT: I agree. Simon is doing a good thing by keeping the money from the UNICEF box.
SERVANT: Then we’re all in agreement. Simon should keep the money.

III. How College Kids Imagine the United States Government

THE PRESENT DAY
—Did you hear the news, Mr. President? The students at the University of Pittsfield are walking out of their classes, in protest over the war.
—(spits out coffee) Wha— What did you say?
—Apparently, students are standing up in the middle of lectures and walking right out of the building.
—But students love lectures. If they’re willing to give those up, they must really be serious about this peace thing! How did you hear about this protest?
—The White House hears about every protest, no matter how small.
—Oh, right, I remember.
—You haven’t heard the half of it, Mr. President. The leader of the group says that if you don’t stop the war today they’re going to . . . to . . . I’m sorry, I can’t say it out loud. It’s just too terrifying.
—Say it, damn it! I’m the President!
—All right! If you don’t stop the war . . . they’re going to stop going to school for the remainder of the week.
—Send the troops home.
—But, Mr. President! Shouldn’t we talk about this?
—Send the troops home.

THE NINETEEN-SIXTIES
—Mr. President! Did you hear about Woodstock?
—Woo— Woodstock? What in God’s name is that?
—Apparently, young people hate the war so much they’re willing to participate in a musical sex festival as a protest against it.
—Oh, my God. They must really be serious about this whole thing.
—That’s not all. Some of them are threatening to join communes: places where they make their own clothing . . . and beat on drums.
—Stop the war.
—But, Mr. President!
—Stop all American wars!
—(sighs) Very well, sir. I’ll go tell the generals.
—Wow. It’s a good thing those kids decided to go hear music. ♦

The XX- Islands

2010-05-14T01:17:00.000-07:00

The National

2010-05-13T17:11:00.001-07:00

R.I.P

2010-05-13T16:32:00.001-07:00

NYTimes Article on the Brooklyn Banks

Cool

2010-05-11T17:31:00.001-07:00

WORK IN PROGRESS

2010-05-10T16:53:00.001-07:00

The Intro from Harry Lengsfield on Vimeo.

Me and My Me and My Me and My Me and My FRIENDS

2010-05-05T23:41:00.000-07:00

PHOTOXPLOSION

2010-05-04T23:41:00.001-07:00

a poem

2010-04-27T20:04:00.000-07:00

Aristotle

BY BILLY COLLINS

This is the beginning.

Almost anything can happen.

This is where you find

the creation of light, a fish wriggling onto land,

the first word of Paradise Lost on an empty page.

Think of an egg, the letter A,

a woman ironing on a bare stage

as the heavy curtain rises.

This is the very beginning.

The first-person narrator introduces hirnself,

tells us about his lineage.

The mezzo-soprano stands in the wings.

Here the climbers are studying a map

or pulling on their long woolen socks.

This is early on, years before the Ark, dawn.

The profile of an animal is being smeared

on the wall of a cave,

and you have not yet learned to crawl.

This is the opening, the gambit,

a pawn moving forward an inch.

This is your first night with her,

your first night without her.

This is the first part

where the wheels begin to turn,

where the elevator begins its ascent,

before the doors lurch apart.

This is the middle.

Things have had time to get complicated,

messy, really. Nothing is simple anymore.

Cities have sprouted up along the rivers

teeming with people at cross-purposes—

a million schemes, a million wild looks.

Disappointment unshoulders his knapsack

here and pitches his ragged tent.

This is the sticky part where the plot congeals,

where the action suddenly reverses

or swerves off in an outrageous direction.

Here the narrator devotes a long paragraph

to why Miriam does not want Edward's child.

Someone hides a letter under a pillow.

Here the aria rises to a pitch,

a song of betrayal, salted with revenge.

And the climbing party is stuck on a ledge

halfway up the mountain.

This is the bridge, the painful modulation.

This is the thick of things.

So much is crowded into the middle—

the guitars of Spain, piles of ripe avocados,

Russian uniforms, noisy parties,

lakeside kisses, arguments heard through a wall—

too much to name, too much to think about.

And this is the end,

the car running out of road,

the river losing its name in an ocean,

the long nose of the photographed horse

touching the white electronic line.

This is the colophon, the last elephant in the parade,

the empty wheelchair,

and pigeons floating down in the evening.

Here the stage is littered with bodies,

the narrator leads the characters to their cells,

and the climbers are in their graves.

It is me hitting the period

and you closing the book.

It is Sylvia Plath in the kitchen

and St. Clement with an anchor around his neck.

This is the final bit

thinning away to nothing.

This is the end, according to Aristotle,

what we have all been waiting for,

what everything comes down to,

the destination we cannot help imagining,

a streak of light in the sky,

a hat on a peg, and outside the cabin, falling leaves.

Used to be all about this song

2010-04-26T14:03:00.001-07:00

SPIKE JONZE/LCD SOUNDSYSTEM

2010-04-23T10:24:00.000-07:00

for additional dopeness check it

COACHELLA- ESCAPE ME

2010-04-23T02:10:00.000-07:00

2010-04-23T02:09:00.001-07:00

Took a charter flight on a DC-10 to London. Landed at Heathrow. Took a cab to the city center. Don't let people lie to you: hostels are for the ugly. I'm staying in Home House, the most beautiful hotel in the world. Called a friend from school who was selling hash, but she wasn't in. Met a couple of Brits who take me to, of all places, Camden Street. I flirt a bit at the Virgin Megastore, buy some CDs, then follow some girls with pink hair. I wandered around trying to get laid, until it started to rain, then went back to Home House. Ministry of Sound is dead, so I go to Remform - but it's Gay Night. I find the one hetero girl in the place and we dry hump on the dance floor. We cab it back to Home House. I strip her clothes off, suck her toes, and we fuck. I hung out for four or five days. Met the world's biggest DJ, Paul Oakenfold. Kept missing the Changing of the Guards. Wrote my mom a postcard I never sent. Bought some speed from an Italian junkie who was trying to sell me a stolen bike. Smoked a lot of hash that had too much tobacco in it. Saw the Tate. Saw Big Ben. Ate a lot of weird English food. It rained a lot, it was expensive, and I'm jonesing... So, I split for Amsterdam. The Dutch all know English, so I didn't have to speak any Dutch - which was a relief. I cruise the Red Light District. Visit a sex show. Visit a sex museum. Smoke a lot of hash. I meet a Dutch TV actress and we drink absinthe at a bar called Absinthe. The museums were cool, I guess. Lots of Van Goghs and the Vermeers were intense. Wandered around. Bought a lot of pastries. Ate some intense waffles. We bought some coke and I cruised the Red Light District, until I found some blonde with big tits that reminds me of Lara. I gave her a hundred guilders. In the end, she pulls me out, and I cum between her tits, even though I'm wearing a rubber. Afterward we made small-talk about AIDS, her Moroccan pimp, and herself. I wake to the sound of a wino singing. It's 8 AM and hot as blazes. I pretend to ice-skate around Central Station, while someone plays the sax. Trade songs with a Kiwi girl... Then split for Paris by train. Wander the Champs-Elysees. Climb the Eiffel Tower for only seven francs, because the ticket machine was broken. Got the hang of the Metro, took it everywhere. Went to a Ford model party and hooked up with a Romanian model named Karina. She chugs my cock at the Mariott Champs-Elysees, which is good. We played billiards, went shopping. I think she gave me mono. Drove a Ferrari that belonged to a member of the Saudi royal family. Made out with a Dutch model in front of the Louvre. Saw the Arc de Triomphe and almost became road-kill crossing the street... "Oakie" invites me to Dublin, so I catch an Aer Lingus flight and stay at the Morrison. Dublin rocks like you can't imagine. Oakenfold lets me spin some discs with him. Irish girls are as small as leprechauns. I swap hickeys with a drunk woman. After groping my abs and calling me "Mr. L.A.", she strips for me in the bath room of the club. Sneak into the Guinness factory and steal some stout so good my dick goes hard... I fly to Barcelona, which was a low-rent bust. Too many fat American students. Too many lame meat markets. I dropped acid at the Sagrada Familia, which was a trip to say the least. Cruise up the coast to the Museo Gala Dali, but had no more acid, which sucked. Some girl from Camden calls me on my cell, so I let her listen to the church bells in Cadaques. Canta Cruz is beautiful, but there are no girls here, just old hippies... So, I went to Switzerland where I, ironically, couldn't find anyone who had the time. Took the Glacier Express up the Schilthorn, which is beautiful in a way I can't describe... Euro Pass into Italy and ended up in Venice, where I met a hot girl who looks like Rachael Leigh Cook and speaks better English than I do. She's living for a year on only five dollars a day. We gondola around, buy some masks. She think's I'm a capitalist, because my hotel room costs more for one night than she's spending her entire trip. But she doesn't mind it so much when I pay the bills... I ditch her and hook up with a couple who obviously want a 3-some. Too much tension there, but the doofus offers to drive me to Rome, an offer I jump at. Traffic is bad and we're stopped for hours without moving. The wife turns out to be a freak. The guy starts to wig out on me. It's like a Polanski film... We stop for a while in Florence, where I see some big dome. A bomb goes off and I lose the weird couple, which is probably for the best... Ended up in Rome, which is big and hot and dirty. It was just like L.A., but with ruins. I went to the Vatican, which was ridiculously opulent. Stood for two hours to get into the Sistine Chapel, which - now that it's been cleaned - looks fake. I meet two under-age Italian girls who I try to talk into fucking each other while I jack off onto them. Bored, I buy them some ice cream instead. My hotel has a gym, so I work out. I bump into some guy from Camden who says he knows me, but I'm sure that he's a fag, so I lose him. I try to fart and instead shit my pants. Back in my hotel room, I masturbate and have a pain in my groin. That night, I dream about a beautiful girl, half in water, stretching her lean body. She asks me if I like it and I tell her she can clean fish with it. I don't know what it means, but I wake well-rested, masturbate in the shower, and check out... I make my way back to London and hang out in Piccadilly Circus. Hmm. Palakon. I swap shirts with some upper-crusty Cambridge chick. Hers was an Agnes B., mine a Costume Nationale. She acts stuffy and prudish, but is really wild underneath it all. She barely looks at my abs, though she wants to. The next day, I drop some acid and get lost in the subway for a full day and can't find my way out. I meet a cute girl who lets me jack off onto her as long as no cum gets onto her Paul Smith coat. We get stoned while listening to Michael Jackson records and the next morning I wake up talking to myself. I have a big bump on my head from flailing in my sleep. I get my stuff and barely make my plane back to the United States... I no longer know who I am and I feel like the ghost of a total stranger.

COACHELLA- GNAR ISH HIGHLIGHT

2010-04-20T23:50:00.000-07:00

Probably the most amazing part of the entire weekend

Coachella- HOV

2010-04-19T16:46:00.001-07:00

COACHELLA- KASKADE!!!

2010-04-19T16:37:00.000-07:00

COACHELLA- Round 1

2010-04-19T16:12:00.000-07:00

No Age- Stop Motion video

2010-04-19T12:06:00.000-07:00

No Age "Losing Feeling" from Sub Pop Records on Vimeo.

Via: Thirty Days NY

Grenade Pong

2010-04-18T17:18:00.000-07:00

via: Yimmy's Yayo

Mass Coachella Posts Coming Soon

DA DA

2010-04-10T15:19:00.000-07:00

DADA life KILLED it last night at the avalon.

we were rollin deep.

im sure pictures will surface soon.

for now. kill your ears. bumpin' system necessary (BSN from now on?)

Guy Aroch and Olivia Wilde

2010-04-08T17:06:00.000-07:00

Guy Aroch is one of our favorite photographers. Here, he's teamed up with Olivia Wilde, and her look perfectly compliments his dreamy, washed-out, almost ethereal style.

Carl Erik Rinsch

2010-04-08T17:01:00.000-07:00

Here is Carol Rinsch's short, 'The Gift.' Been following this director for a while. Extremely talented guy who needs to make the jump to features soon.

a little debauchery

2010-04-04T11:56:00.001-07:00

RAD OMEN - "Rad Anthem" from Nicholaus Goossen on Vimeo.

happy easter

2010-04-04T11:18:00.001-07:00

this is so good.
for all you art history fans out there.
positivity and good vibrations universally forever

See more funny videos and Music Videos at Today's Big Thing.

LAF ABOUT IT

2010-04-02T14:21:00.000-07:00

pirate radio

2010-04-02T13:35:00.000-07:00

CLASSIC

2010-03-30T02:23:00.000-07:00

fresh

2010-03-28T19:18:00.001-07:00

RODRIGO Y GABRIELA

2010-03-27T19:11:00.000-07:00

taking it to new levels. they never fail to blow me away.

the new album 11:11

for austin chapman

2010-03-25T16:49:00.000-07:00

i know you'll like this

via TWBE

a few more LAFS originals

2010-03-24T01:19:00.000-07:00

NY-Z

2010-03-24T01:18:00.001-07:00

The Get By

2010-03-24T01:17:00.001-07:00

The Get By