By the time I get to Ladbroke Grove

The greatest rapper of all time tells the story of the greatest band who ever lived. What’s not to love?

THIS IS PUNK ROCK!

This song would definitely be one of my Desert Island Discs.
And this performance is absolutely stunning.
One part Beatles, one part Rage Against The Machine and a little sprinkle of Jay Z.
The final coda, from around 4.13, where the singer Alynda Segarra goes nuts, is totally mind-blowing. She’s the real deal.
Watch with headphones on and volume up loud.
Pa’lante!

“You’re not alone, look up to the sky and be calm.”

So beautiful. These amazing words reflecting on the truth and beauty that’s handed down from generation to generation. The Alan Watts-esque idea that we are all part of an ongoing line of life; all simply expressions of the one universe breathing in and then out again; all present in every wave rising and crashing, every baby being born and every person dying. Coupled with this spectacular video shot over the city of Pripyat in the Ukraine, very close to Chernobyl, which got evacuated a day after the disaster and has been left abandoned ever since. Gloriously uplifting melancholy.

 

 

“That’s what the early spring smells like”

Wow…just wow. What an amazing idea and how brilliantly executed. I think we can safely say Hornbach have set themselves apart from their competition in the DIY category…

“I write for myself…no ghosty”

How good is this?!

Can’t stop watching it.

I’m loving the Jamaican dancehall vibe across what – I think – is a meta lyrical theme about the boastfulness of MCs. (I can’t get the lines “fling a ragga ridim like it’s 03” out of my head).

The super-entertaining video, by Henry Scholfield, is brilliant fun, and handles the MC baton changes so slickly and cleverly.

And could Idris Elba be any cooler? Love his toasting (and long red coat) on this.

The whole thing feels proper London.

(Thanks Nat x)

McQueen

 

This is such an amazing film about creativity and what it means to be truly creative.

Massively inspiring in that it shows how talent, determination, self-belief and hard work took a working class kid all the way from the streets of East London to the top of the fashion world.

Stunning in its coverage of his incredible, mind-blowing art – I came away thinking he’s massively under-rated.

And a heart-breaking treatise on the life sentence that abuse condemns its victims to and the tragic insecurity/loneliness that can come with such a singular talent.

If you’re interested in creativity…MASSIVE RECOMMEND.

It’s Not Too Late

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Insomniac City by Bill Hayes is a beautiful, moving treatise on his deep love affairs with the neurologist Oliver Sacks and the streets of New York City. Grieving over the sudden death of his partner, Hayes moves to New York to start a new chapter of his life. A lifelong insomniac, he wanders the streets at night with his camera, either basking in the neon loneliness or connecting with homeless poets, misfit supermodels and booze-hound attorneys: the lost, the lonely and the utterly lashed.

It’s kind of a journal of psycho-geographical meanderings but at the core of the narrative is the story of how a writer and scientist fall unexpectedly in love. Hayes was in his late 40s and broken-hearted; Sacks was in his mid-70s, had never been in a relationship and had also never come out publicly as being gay. But, with silent yet all-knowing skyscrapers, the steady rumbling of all-night trains and uncanny haikus of blue-collar philosophers as a magical backdrop, the two connect in a deeply passionate, spiritual way.

When Oliver Sacks gets sick, there’s a poignant sense of missed opportunity, a sadness for the fact that, for all its joy, late love carries with it a subtext of not getting to spend a lifetime together. But Sacks is less concerned with regret or fear and more obsessed with savouring this new-found emotion and sucking all the marrow out of life. As beautifully demonstrated by the epigram in the picture above.

As a lover of the drama of big cities, an ardent NewYorkophile (is that a word??) and a hopeless old romantic, I can’t recommend this highly enough.