mercredi 26 janvier 2011

Newcomers






Our family is welcoming its new members, their names:
The luckysmiths
The notwist
The apples in stereo
The shins
Someone still loves you Boris Yeltsin
Sufjan Stevens
Ratatat
Headlights
The ting tings
Pixies
From old stuff to new stuff, the turnatble can't wait to play this smoking cool music. Let's have a party!

mardi 18 janvier 2011

lundi 17 janvier 2011

The Fight

I am a 
Geek
You are a 
Geek
He is a 
Geek
She is a
Geek
We all are
Geeks
They will always be
Geeks



dimanche 2 janvier 2011

you spin me round round

1, 2, 3 steps...
It's always starting that way.
Walkin' around & spinnin' round, the new playlist of MMXI goes on.

days, weeks, months after...

vendredi 12 mars 2010

Break or die


But I like complaining more than resting.

samedi 6 février 2010

Second-hand clothes, Gameboy & Harlequin




Colorful pixels & rainbow tees make me wanna dress like a chameleon. As a platform video game character, i'm running & jumping. No superpower yet but i try hard to solve that jigsaw puzzle.

jeudi 4 février 2010

When a today becomes a yesterday





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Where those tomato-red shoes will lead me? With such glossy bows at their back they look like dorothy's fairy pumps walking on the golden road. Who am I in this story? Maybe the cowardly lion or the scarecrow with no brain would suit me better... Don't know but this red cat with dark eyes is a bit scary... As in all good musical movie it always ends in a cheerful dance, this time it's my friend's fingers part. Bright red nails and fluffy gloves !




optic & contrast, this city is filling my eyes with hypnotic black & white. Walking along the streets, as in a labyrinth, i'm an Alice in wonderland (with a bearded chin though) looking for the cheshire cat. No funny rabbit in a rush here, but so many wonders to discover. The straight lines are now slanting and my path is whirling, what will I see around this corner?

Knocking on Antwerp's door, rain drops drops drops & wind blows blows blows... so lets knock knock knock to find a warm place to stay. When a door becomes a table and when freezy fingers relax around a glass of hot chocolate. There's always something nice to meet behind Antwerp's doors.

samedi 30 janvier 2010