‘Love’ by Lana Del Rey Lyrics – New Song

‘Love’ is the first single off of Lana’s new album. In her latest live Instagram stream, she described the aesthetic of the new album as having “a retro sensibility with a futuristic flair”, which can be seen in the achingly surreal music video for the latest release. Moreover however, I feel the most beautiful element of this piece of work is the lyrical message of the song. Lana encompasses that strange, bittersweet sensation of youth and being lost and impassioned, masterfully. I say masterfully because it is achieved, actually, so simplistically and effortlessly, with modestly powerful metaphors and language, yet it doesn’t patronise. The words reach out to those who are searching, wavering, doubting; and for me, it’s a reassuring smile that losing your mind in this disenchanting world is just a growing pain. Meaning, you’re still so young, and you’re doing the right thing, and God, how lucky you are to be so in love and to love so much.

Look you kids with your vintage music,
coming through satellites while cruising,
you’re part of the past but now you’re the future,
signals crossing can get confusing.

It’s enough just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy, sometimes,
it’s enough just to make you feel crazy.

You get ready you get all dressed up,
to go nowhere in particular,
back to work or the coffee shop,
doesn’t matter cos its enough,
to be young, and in love,
to be young, and in love.

Look you kids, you know you’re the coolest,
the world is yours and you can’t refuse it,
seen so much, you could get the blues but,
that don’t mean that you should abuse it.

Though it’s enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy, I know,
it’s enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy.

You get ready you get all dressed up,
to go nowhere in particular,
back to work or the coffee shop,
it don’t matter because it’s enough,
to be young, and in love,
to be young, and in love.

Don’t worry baby, don’t worry baby.

And it’s enough just to make me go crazy, crazy, crazy,
it’s enough just to make me go crazy, crazy, crazy.

I get ready I get all dressed up,
to go nowhere in particular,
doesn’t matter if I’m not enough,
for the future or the things to come,
cos I’m young, and in love,
I’m young, and in love.

Don’t worry baby, don’t worry baby.

Summer Legs

A leggy summer collage, ideas brewing. Putting together turquoise, greens, orange and black. Gucci buckles, Jimmy Choo sandals. Glamour glamour glamour. Thigh high boots. Palm trees poolside, all-in-one pieces, throw-on, effortless.

fashion collage summer legs

“Beauty and femininity are ageless and can’t be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won’t like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour; it’s based on femininity.” – Marilyn Monroe

“Glamour is an imaginative process that creates a specific emotional response: a sharp mixture of projection, longing, admiration, and aspiration. It evokes an audience’s hopes and dreams and makes them seem attainable, all the while maintaining enough distance to sustain the fantasy.” – Virginia Postrel

Eating the way you’re meant to in Madrid

The restaurants in Madrid frequented by the local Spanish people serve simplistic dishes that are full of singular, intense flavours. Fresh ingredients are centre stage; olive oil, sea salt and lemon are complimentary additions. The traditional paella is rich with dark, cooked tomato. The cuisine is modest, down to earth, and is absolutely all about the act of sharing food and drink with good company. Food bursting with love! Beautiful Madrid.

Kids in Heat – Hannah Lou Clark – Lyrics

I was swimming in your eyes, at the heart of the storm, until the earth washed me up in the belly of a beast. I was dancing in your eyes, at the brow of your mind, until the earth drew me back through the turnstile.

We’re just kids in heat, bodies in a reckless beat. We’re just kids in heat, waiting ’til we find our feet.

Let me wipe away your tears, lick the salt from your skin, until we can’t tell where you end and I begin. I’ve been dreaming of your eyes, in the blue of the storm, instant replays in my mind are unsuitable sin.

We’re just kids in heat, bodies in a reckless beat. We’re just kids in heat, waiting ’til we find our feet. We’re just kids in heat, bodies in a reckless beat. We’re just kids in heat, waiting ’til we find our feet.

Listen to ‘Silent Type’ EP by Hannah Lou Clark:

McQueen ‘Dante’ Show – Live Blog

I am writing this as I watch McQueen’s show ‘Dante’ – my mother is passive-aggressively banging things around the living room. The lights at the show have come up – the drums have started so I have just paused the video so I can go and get my headphones. I think this will make the experience more intense…

The headphones are on.

First look is out on the runway. Second and third, looking around as if stumbled upon this throng of old people, poorly-dressed people. Arrows pointing up and down the body and sheers revealing the very finale of the back, McQueen’s famous bumster. I love the long hair like thick rope swinging across the back. The fit of these trousers is perfect, how is that? The fur collar and cuff coats are so sexy but I hate the shoes. Although it also helps me understand how McQueen wanted to portray women.

A model has come down the runway in mini skirt with her legs bare, it’s so attractive. And horns and lace are beginning to show up on the pieces. The loitering males are all shorter than the women and staring at the women. I love the mix of grey and sheer nude.

6:09 – the skeletal mask clasping across a lace face, maybe the most iconic look of this show. I love her. I love the grey and nude so much.

The first black model of the show appears like a flame and sticks out her red tongue as she strokes the low arch of her back – power. McQueen obviously directed the women to hold and stroke their bodies throughout the show, as they have all been doing it.

A female model has just clutched the face of a male model like he is a sorry child and she has no sympathy.

There are pieces here I don’t like but I think that’s the idea.

The purple is garish and even more so used as a pinstripe fabric – but pale lilac corset. These women look like the sadistic office workers of the underworld. They file your sins into alphabetic order.

A purple arrow clearly points down into the floor, down to the woman’s vagina, down to hell. Am I reading too much into this?

The lights have gone down again, flickering around the church window depicting Christ, there is bizarre shouting and an out of tune concert seems to play. Oh my god.

Satan’s imp stumbles down the runway with black unicorn horn – grey faces. Does this model realise what jumpsuit she wears? Pointed spikes boned corset zip back. The tight denim mini splattered with bleach, the high neck sleeveless vest like sex on legs!

A woman hides her hand beneath her blazer onto skin – sheer nude backs look like nothing. There are people in the audience talking???

That bare back again, bare chest on sheer embroidery. It gets better and better. Another woman handles a male model like a flea in her way whilst more arrive with their knees and thighs and lots more flashing out from trailing coats – they hold their space between their legs, in her hand over her fishnets, made you look!

I can’t get enough mini skirts.

Lace face arrives again to eat your heart.

It’s going too fast for me now and I can’t keep up.

This beaded piece at 20:47…. overtaken by the roaring priestess in black widow lace! Lace drapes her horns! She has stolen the show. Her fingers curled as she raised her head like a bull witch, matadors flooding the runway to tame the beast! And a high-collar corset clenches at a woman’s waist and breasts and slows her steps to…

Has a man ever felt the pain of corset and heels? I mean the pain to hold it in? Hold in your body, hold in your toes. Strings are playing. Final call. McQueen walks out. I have shivers from the top of my brains down my thighs, shins, back to my eyes again.

If you can’t find a friend, make one!

About to watch ‘May’ on Netflix again. I last watched it on a strange, sunny morning at home, and had to pause it for lunch. It is so peculiar and addictive. The perfect horror movie. I am painfully hungover and wanting something to get lost in and inspire me. Currently listening to Coheed & Cambria for this reason. Also have watched every Grimes interview I could find on YouTube. It all seems to be working.