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I'm under the house, I'm dying

 I just got the new The Hickey Underworld's CD 'I'm under the house, I'm dying' and it really makes my day. Every day. You can hear the band has grown to a more sophisticated sound - more 'pop' as they would call it - nevertheless remaining true to their grunge and noisecore stained guitar rock sound.

In a previous life I'm sure I was a pipe smoking marine biologist

tipi tuesday

One day I want one of these in my backyard, to camp outside in the summer of just to have coffee :)
More nice tipi-pics after the break..

pretty baby

"I love you once, I love you twice, I love you more than beans and rice."


Friday night movie, finally got to watch Louis Malle's Pretty Baby starring Susan Sarandon and a 12-year-old Brooke Shields. The whole movie's got a Lolita vibe. I really enjoyed the esthetics: beautiful clothes, locations and people.

click here for the trailer

R.I.P. Etta James

Me and the devil

Oh, how I love this song and video. I'm currently obsessed with the music and writings of Gil Scott-Heron.
His words touch me right in the solar plexus.. I'm now reading his latest work 'The last holiday: a memoir", will tell you more about this book soon on this blog..

3 years of Coco love

First of all I want to thank all of you who read my blog. I hope somehow I manage to inspire you. Keep a close watch on Coco, because 2012 will be full of surprises! love, Coco xxx

And for the occasion, my very first post, 3 years ago! A short story and picture by Beermilkshake

THE FIRST DAY OF MARCH.

The first day I lay eyes on you was the first day of march. I remember, because it was warm that day and I went for a walk in the park.
There you were, being you. Sitting on a bench, reading Norwegian Wood of Murakami. It was like the world around you didn't exist. Like everything happening around you was utterly vanished. The real world to you was in the pages you read. I stopped walking and went to sit on the bench next to yours. I lit a cigarette. Camel light. That's what I always smoke.
You didn't notice me, so I could watch you without a problem. Not really there, absorbed by your book. You got angry at a certain point. I could tell, because your face turned red, your eyes got bigger and you started to wiggle your feet very nervously. I never saw someone getting so upset over a book. In public that is.

A MAGAZINE X RODARTE

Kirsten Dunst shot by David Armstrong for Belgian A Magazine curated by Rodarte.
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