Showing posts with label yet mad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yet mad. Show all posts

May 14, 2014

These situations

Me and the hostage,
We were trying to save our friendship.
Me on the rough edge,
I was looking into your seas, they were so deep.

May 11, 2014

Day of no birth



When our souls turn into gas,
A housekeeper will bury us.
He’s the perfect gentleman,
The owner of hell’s frying pans.

February 15, 2014

Independence + Escapism

There is a band called Outfit.

I love their music.

Clash magazine also loves their music and calls them "refreshingly formidable". Moreover, there are such words as "psychedelia", "euphoria" and "melancholia" in a review of Outfit's debut album. Go here if you are intrigued.

What's more? I've made a video. The lyrics for this song were described as "a dreamy vision of independence and escapism". Load and feel it.

The video for "The Great Outdoors" was inspired by insects using gears to coordinate their legs when jumping. Go here if you are intrigued.


 
Outfit - The Great Outdoors (Unofficial Video) from deervladimir on Vimeo.

July 3, 2013

A distorted experience



 To cut a long story short: Alice Glass from Crystal Castles wasn't able to come to Park Live festival in Moscow last weekend. However, this won't distract me from traveling through and around her image.

 Right! Wishing Alice to get well soon and welcoming you to dynamic psychedelia. This is a fine part of my perception.

 
Crystal Castles — Kerosene (Unofficial Video) from deervldmr on Vimeo.

January 6, 2013

Starring flesh and heaven

Revealing myself in gratefulness for all melancholy, silent worries, glowing thinkings and dark uproarious pleasure that Crystal Castles presented me.

Video: by me // Audio: Crystal Castles — Child I Will Hurt You

July 2, 2011

WAKE UP / WRITE DOWN


i can see the moon but the sun hasn't set yet
falling asleep or waking up in the name of some cool platitudes
we are just like long rays of light in the depth of the woods
forget everything that's old, keep something to reinvent

Do you dream... in verse? Yes, poetry in a dream.
Heavy and sleepy dawn, you're writing down oddly rhymed lines that have just aroused you.
Do you dream in verse? I do.