ummm, okay... where do i start? when one thinks of the glam-rock heroes of the 1970's, perhaps no band was more glam than bryan ferry and roxy music. which leads me to the question: what the hell is bryan doing posing in this low-down, tacky, and very non-glam residential room? i mean, it's almost scary. dig that rinky-dink shower curtain. dig that sink behind him with naked pipes. the drapes on the window don't match anything. and it looks dark outside. what is he holding? a miniature version of himself? that doesn't cancel out the bleakness of that lighting fixture. and the ceiling is like, what? the whole damn thing is hilarious.
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Sunday, November 20, 2011
roxy doll
ummm, okay... where do i start? when one thinks of the glam-rock heroes of the 1970's, perhaps no band was more glam than bryan ferry and roxy music. which leads me to the question: what the hell is bryan doing posing in this low-down, tacky, and very non-glam residential room? i mean, it's almost scary. dig that rinky-dink shower curtain. dig that sink behind him with naked pipes. the drapes on the window don't match anything. and it looks dark outside. what is he holding? a miniature version of himself? that doesn't cancel out the bleakness of that lighting fixture. and the ceiling is like, what? the whole damn thing is hilarious.