At Astons Specialties with Samantha – See on Path.
This past April saw the premiere of 5 CUTS – A VISUAL DIALOGUE with Yohji Yamamoto, at MADE.
5 CUTS attempted to liberate the iconic Japanese fashion designer from the fashion spotlight he has been reduced to for over 3 decades.
After spending many hours and engaging in an intimate and personal exchange with Mr. Yamamoto over the past several months in Tokyo and in Paris, we, the MADE team, carefully selected 5 instances – cuts – which we felt best to capture his spirit and show the artist, the craftsman, the man…Yohji Yamamoto.
We were honored to have Mr. Yamamoto with us at MADE, and have him, along with everyone in attendance, experience the premiere of the video installation.
We are happy to present the film recap of the premiere, and to provide a glimpse into the 5 CUTS video installation.
— Warsan Shire (via youngfolksociety)
It’s YouTube Comedy Week. Tune-in at YouTube.com/ComedyWeek and watch the funniest, most epic and culturally significant comedy acts on the Internet. Share this one proudly. It’s from our friends at YouTube.
Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave.
I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember.
I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless.
It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth.
I couldn’t love you, you were a small war.
We covered the smell of loss with jokes.
I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents.
You made the nomad in me build a house and stay.
I’m not a dog.
We were trying to prove our blood wrong.
I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things.
Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother.
No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot.
He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me.
You were too cruel to love for a long time.
It just didn’t work out.
My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back.
I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth.
I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home.
The women in my family die waiting.
Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you.
I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me.
You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick.
He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.”
His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile
We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love.
Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you.
I’m a lover without a lover.
I’m lovely and lonely.
I belong deeply to myself ."
— “Excuses For Why We Failed At Love,” Warsan Shire (via commovente)
Dark and cold we may be
But this is no winter now
The frozen misery of centuries
Cracks, breaks, begins to move
The thunder is the thunder of the flows,
The thaw, the flood, the upstart spring
Thank God our time is now
When wrong comes up to meet us everywhere
Never to leave us till we take
the greatest stride of soul folk ever took
Affairs are now soul size
The enterprise is exploration into God
But what are you waiting for?
It takes so many thousand years to wake
But will you wake, for pity’s sake?"
— Christopher Fry
“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp...”
“the more fucked up you are the more I like you. As long as you’ve managed to hold onto your identity through all the shit, then it won’t matter how...”