the world's finest karateka

image from the sound tectonics workshop

larry gus will be this weeken's soundtrack

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if i could live my life all over again i would be either an austornaught or a sculptor... or a sound artist. but then again, i could be the world's finest karateka, and that would be neat as well.

in the .yellow. flowers

the genius minds of animal collective.

the smoke before practice.

the 80s lights.

the oxygen a hospital needs.

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not necessarily in that order. of course. 

you can see the fighters here. 

rebecca west

this could be me. no. not the girl in the center of the picture, enjoying her lunch with her hair all nice and curvy. i am the girl on the right, slouching over her laptop, almost present, almost online, almost on time. 

but ok, i loved how she sat there, enjoying every tiny bite in the calmness of the empty dinning hall.

as for the girl behind the laptop: like. 

rebecca west is a cool song.

[imatiothiki] to koulouri

the koulouri clan opens up the gates of their mansion and talks about it all. on this week's imatiothiki. 

[imatioθiki]: cat black

jewelry designer diania, aka cat black, on imatiothiki

diana

diana sitting by her bathtub.

an outtake from this week's imatiothiki post. 

1 flamingo

i get this strange feeling in concerts. at first i try to feel at home. get a good look at everyone who's on stage. and then i look inside. for some reason i make plenty of decisions when i'm watching people perform live. 

it's not that i am not paying any attention to the music. i am. it just helps me focus. like running. but better.

so i decided i should take more pictures for me (and for you). i decided i should go to concerts more.

i decided i am pretty happy with the twenty nine years i got on my back. i decided the 1 flamingo is me.

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this post is based on this genius song. this post is based on a brilliant concert given last night at six d.o.g.s. by pan pan and his friends.