Figub Brazlevic: Word is Bond

I miss my old school hip-hop. Glad someone's takin' it back with a little mix of futuristic-new sprinkled within.

Modern Mid-Century Daybeds

Ugh. I just found a new, money-sucking addiction. Daybeds. Not only do they totaly work with my spacious study in Denver, but I've discovered furniture works by Poul Kjærholm which are not only brilliant in the mid-century department, but offers so much in terms of that ultimate loft-living feeling that I've come to know and love. For now, enjoy the daybeds. Sexy, leather fucking daybeds. Mmmmm.

All Those Times I Waited

One unforgettable weekend with the lovelies shimmering sweet.

2013 Audi S5 Euro-Spec

Still eyeballing you, my love. But why do I have this feeling I will likely have to move out of my place and into a kettle somewhere?

Shilo

It was darker than dark. She clawed for help, but there was nothing there. She thought to herself, "I guess this is what they meant when they said, 'Don't bite off more than you can chew.'" With no words left to speak, she closed her eyes, and took one last deep breath.

Demon Child

I've never really come out with this, but at one point during my college career, I had a run-in with a demon child from another world.

The backstory: Endless upon endless parties at a house reminiscent of the one falling apart in Fight Club. Aside from broken fixtures and a floor that smelled like hell, '666' and pentagrams began to litter our walls. This stemmed from an ongoing inside joke and a group of friends who found this type of stuff entertaining to poke fun at (mainly because we were in the middle of God's country, but also because they found it simply hilarious).

The event: After several months of this ongoing cycle of party + graffiti + more insane nonsense, I found myself awakened at night by heavy breathing by my bedside. This wasn't just normal breathing either. I'm talking distinct long deep breaths with 2-3 second pauses in between. It chills me to the bone 'til this day.

My body was facing upward, but I quickly realized I couldn't move anything. My eyes were closed shut as I felt a strong force binding my legs together. Still calm (at this point at least), I struggled to move my feet. No luck. This binding soon went up to my hands beside my body and pushed them together. This eventually eerie binding force soon moved to my neck (and this is when I started freaking out) and I began choking. No air. Sheer panic.

I somehow managed to force my eyes wide open and my gaze shifted towards the right side of my bed. There it was. A little girl with her mouth wide open, one hand out, commanding this awesome nonsense. Of course, I tried to scream, but I couldn't. Still, I managed to somehow break from her spell, and with any strength left in my body, took a swing at her demonous figure.

Yes, I punched a ghost in the face.

After that, all I can remember is silence and the sweat dripping from my face.

Shine On

To me, there's nothing more important than having copious amounts of light in a home. That is, unless you live in Seattle. Can't help you there.

Hang on the Bright Side

"The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation.

For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you."

— Neil deGrasse Tyson     

Bohemian, Persian, Battani or Indian

It doesn't matter where you're from. As long as you're okay with me. Rugs, on the other hand, are definitely worth the trouble.

Love Found, But Lost

You told me things would go back to the way they were. You said it was nothing we didn't already know existed. You knew this alternate universe was the one I've always been looking for.

Back in the Days

I still can't believe VHS is considered 'retro' now. Must be the same feeling folks feel when they see young kids who don't know who MacGyver is.

PrimaLuna Amps Galore

Oh why, oh why, did I have to find these beautiful amps. I was doing such a good job curbing my hi-fi spending and saving up for a Leica. Now it seems that goal is impossible. Damn you PrimaLuna for making such beautiful fucking equipment.