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an excerpt from one of my inspirations:

“I am straight, yet I adore sparkling mineral water. I have a bionic right leg as a result of a freak gardening accident. My right eye goes lazy after about 3am. If you feed me after midnight, I multiply. My name, when translated literally, means ‘Broom-Hill’ which I find horrifyingly exotic. I live in an old building that at one point in the 1900’s was a working brothel. As a result, the ghosts of under paid and over worked prostitutes roam my hallways. So, there is a lingering smell of cheap perfume on the second story of my home after 3am, which might explain my occasional lazy eye. I am allergic to milk and as a result have never had an ice cream party. You may have just heard the sounds of very small violins playing behind that last comment, but don’t feel bad for me; I have sorbet parties at every Equinox and spend about half a day thereafter happily cleaning the ‘sticky’ out of my fingernails. My right knee is named Chet and my left is Garrison. Everything I wear once belonged to someone else with the specific exception of socks and underpants.

I think that to live a life of expressivity is paramount. To me it is the embodiment of freedom. I don’t have a particularly specific statement that I am trying to convey; like the Romantic’s Manifesto, or something akin. I am more interested in existing in a continual state of creativity. To be able to see the art in every occurrence. To find beauty in the mundane and in the otherwise trite and or trivial. My life, as it were, is not unlike one of my drawings; a continually evolving, bulbous, mass of thought, after-thought, absurdity, intention and enthusiasm. Scribbled happily in ink without pencil lines and signed at the bottom.”

brandon b.

j’adore j’adore j’adore cette chanteuse: some days are just sexier then others….