
my bedroom beats your bedroom 5
what the F#@K is a coa track?
remember when suddenly everything started to have its name spelled out on it? like a cup with the word “cup” on it? “soap dish”. “pillow”. endless shit. what the hell was that about? like you’re not gonna know what a fucking cup is? hating aside (and you should see this hater if you haven’t) this is the coolest coat rack i’ve seen after this one, i just still don’t know what to do with it. by dd
black beauty: 1972 citroen SM with maserati engine
the french manufacturer citroen purchased italy’s maserati in 1968 hoping to incorporate the legendary maserati’s gran turismo V6 engine with its legendary citroen suspension. the result was the flagship citroen SM, a hopeful follow-up to the sought after DS and a contender to the jaguar and the aston of the time. the french car provided a combination of comfort, sharp handling, and high performance not available in any other car at the time not to mention the the shortest stopping distance of any car tested until then. now who would have expected that of the french? however with all its accolades the SM flopped, possibly due to to the fact that it was french, and possibly due to its less than elegant tail. the french have always been shy about bragging (although they usually have the goods to back it), something the americans, italians and the brits thrive upon. unfortunately now the italians are bankrupt, with thanks to berlusconi and the french have sarkozy working on bankrupting them. citroen on the other hand will remain as proof of french genius. by dd
robert mapplethorpe x sofia coppola

uber kool: lescop la foret
Un coup de feu dans la nuit
Une douleur glaciale qui s’élance
La Foret soudain qui frémit
Puis s’installe le silence
Tu te tiens là assourdie
Tu prononces la sentence
Le deuxième coup est parti
Et fait bientôt la différence
Dans la Foret je te retrouve à l’heure opportune
Un rendez vous improvisé sous la lune
Sourires crispés, situation compliquée
Je sens ton souffle qui me frôle le coup
Un pistolet chargé me caresse la joue
Tu me dis “cette fois c’est moi qui joue”
Dans la foret la première détonation raisonne
Un coup de feu puis deux, mon corps qui frissonne
Puis doucement s’écroule
Plus rien, plus un bruit
Personne n’a rien vu par chance
Pour moi maintenant c’est fini
Et tout le monde s’en fout, tu penses!
Te voilà maintenant qui t’enfuis
Tirant ta révérence
La foret de nouveau frémit
Et je profite du silence
Dans la Foret je te retrouve à l’heure opportune
Un rendez vous improvisé sous la lune
Sourires crispés, situation compliquée
Je sens ton souffle qui me frôle le cou
Un pistolet chargé me caresse la joue
Tu me dis “cette fois c’est moi qui joue”
Dans la foret la première détonation raisonne
Un coup de feu puis deux, mon corps qui frissonne
Puis doucement s’écroule… by ars
james dean may have worn khakis, but he also played ping-pong
big wave surfers: volume 1
mike parsons. extended video here. by jr
coco rocha commits the carnal sin but with a peach
steve jobs at it again in the heavens: apple ipad vs. moses tablet
la perla: mezzanotte culotte
time to change your clock: alvin aronson mechanical corian wall clock

the mechanized segments of this digital clock slowly protrude from the surface to reveal the current time. when a segment retracts, it disappears seamlessly into the face of the clock. the slowly transitioning segments lend the clock a physical dimension as well as a fluid animated quality, resulting in an object that exists somewhere between the analog and digital realms. design by alvin aronson. by dd
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