I know I’ve not posted in awhile, but I’ve been thinking about reviving the blog. This is currently on repeat for me. Unfortunately for me, Alex Zhang Hungtai is no longer planning on making more music as Dirty Beaches.
With Winter approaching, darker music like this evoking favourite filmmakers like David Lynch and Wong Kar Wai is what I want to be listening to.
I’ve fallen in love with the photography of Alex Prager. Self-taught through trial and error and operating as a one-woman show, styling and designing the sets, her photography is compelling and massively impressive. Influenced (clearly) by film (David Lynch and Alfred Hitchcock in particular) her images tell of mysterious tales and of beautiful and disturbed females. I was really fighting the urge to put all her images on here. She titles her photographs after names of girls, inviting us to get to know these beautiful creatures. Alex Prager has recently made a short film. You can view Despair here.
David Lynch has been on my mind lately. I decided to revisit Twin Peaks and found that the series was just as gripping the second time around. It pleased me so much to see Agent Cooper and his love for damn good coffee and cherry pie. The ICA is screening Eraserhead again and I was really happy to spot that the zigzag motif on the floor in Henry’s apartment block is the same one as in the red lodge in Twin Peaks.
The only time I’ve been brave enough to listen to the soundtrack (Julee Cruise’s haunting voice) on my own, I found Fire Walk With Me for £3 in Fopp in the same week. So I got to relive a bit more of Twin Peaks. Although the film is not exactly the same in inpact as the TV series, I am glad to have finally seen it just to have seen the character Lil the Dancer. I love her bright red hair and the coded dance.
I quite cherish January when excessive everything comes to a halt. When it gets properly cold and you almost certainly step out onto icey pavements, you just have to slow down and absorb. I love the silence that comes with the cold weather. The sort of quiet that creates a sense of space, even in a city like London. It is during these times that I feel the urge to listen to quieter sounds, to stay in and to get cosy under the covers.
Tonight I’ve put on Olafur Arnaulds loudly so that my room is filled with the sounds of his computer explorations in strings and the piano. I am in the mood for beautiful and haunting images. Yesterday, I spent most of the day listening to Paavoharju and ended the day by watching Twin Peaks again. At the moment I am overcome by stillness and slowness.
Something in the music in Laulu Laakson Kukista reminds me of a French film I watched a few years ago. I remember how it had such a residual effect on me that I thought about the film for days and weeks. I am also reminded of the Lee Jones mix on Resident Advisor and I particularly love that Golden the Pony Boy is in the mix. For the longest time I could not remember where I’d heard it from until I started seeing the scenes from the magical Science of Sleep in my head.
These are sounds and images I’d like to wrap myself in when the days are short and it’s quietly freezing. These are the senses that need to be filled to keep me blissful.