Polly Dallas
21 year old bohemian/activist/blogger/photographer
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I snagged a ticket to The Creators Project on Saturday at Fort Mason Center in SF. The collaboration between Intel + Vice was proof that when art and technology collide, the explosion is beautiful.
Understandably I wasn’t about to give up my front row spot where I pretty much stayed from the end of The Hundred in the Hands’s set at 2 until the Yeah Yeah Yeahs exited the stage close to midnight, which was every bit as exhausting as it sounds. But worth it. Everything was spaced roughly 15 minutes apart and everyone was on schedule, amazingly.
Thoughts? SO MUCH WEED. SO MUCH BASS. SO MANY DSLRS. More Zola Jesus please. My retinas are well and truly fucked, thanks Squarepusher. Also: Karen O is one classy bamf. In case you weren’t convinced.
Here’s the official recap with way prettier photos.
New Pants + Feng Mengbo’s Bruce Lee VJ Project
HEALTH <3
Zola Jesus
My long overdue recap of Skins 6 Episode 1. Basically a visual shrine to the stunning cast of this show along with minimal commentary by me. Apologies for the prevalence of Mini, Rich and Franky - I just couldn’t help it.
You can expect a lot of deep, intense, dark, sinister, sexual, sensual, passionate, erotic, hardcore, violent moments.
Jessica Sula
It’s kind of more edgy, it’s kind of more Skins, in many ways. It’s a lot more, you know, back to the basics.
Freya Mavor
That and the Zola Jesus you’re hearing in the latest teaser strongly suggests that Series 6 is going to be UHHMAZING. Definitely new boy Alex didn’t have to do, like, anything really, to catch my interest intensely….
It’s so much smarter to make super straightforward resolutions and break them down in tiny, easily achievable steps, so that you actually do whatever is on your list for the new year. But I couldn’t resist challenging myself to some vaguely ambitious aspirations accompanied by dreamy and probably questionable images for inspiration.
In 2012, I will:
get more sun (also: red hair and overalls)
I could relate to so much of The Tree of Life, as I’m sure most people can. The difficult father, the religious, contradictory upbringing and constant tension that follows you into life. Besides these themes the film is a vast, limitless meditation on the things that affect all of us in equal measure: birth, death, emotion, evolution, nature, the universe, family. On second thought, it seems ridiculous to assign labels to such sweeping aspects of life and form or to try to conceptualize the film in any way. It’s not something meant to be dissected.
It was actually warm enough for just a t shirt.
I ventured into the lesser-traveled parts of my hood on New Year’s Day to take five million photos of tree branches, including one shopping cart, naturally.
This year’s edition of Christmas With The Ballantines involved hilarity reaching unsafe levels, Deathly Hallows marathons, subversive dream diaries/zine crafting, an attempt at owling, playground action, board games, watching the film Hanna for the second and a half time, and a whole lot of just chillaxing with various Apple products.
It being the very last day of the year, it might be appropriate to finally document my personal best of 2011. To be honest though, I don’t exactly fancy the idea of a Best Of list because like omg #pressure, I might forget half of what should be on it. So this list is by no means exhaustive - I’ve limited myself to three people, three films, three TV series, and one book which have all profoundly affected me this year. Accompanied by wonderful random images because I am too lazy to do anything fancy at the moment. This year has been overwhelmingly great in terms of music so I won’t even begin the attempt to discuss it, plus we kind of just covered that on Po & Molly.
So much good stuff happened: Sweden, friends, music, festing, hashtags, turning 21, Greenpeace, #occupy. If this year was any indication, 2012 is going to be smashing. Helt taggad.
BFFS
Pour yourself some eggnog and make sure you’ve got a largeish bottle of rum nearby, then sit back and enjoy this soundtrack for everyone’s favorite time of year.
Cover art © Philip Harris and Bob Odenkirk for VICE
