Here it is: one last color bomb before melancholia ensues and we’re subdued by the grays and browns of Fall. This post is inspired by the eye gouging neon lights of Shibuya, Tokyo, a place I found to be both a blinding whirlwind of commercial chaos and a beautifully arranged rainbow of lights all at once. Shibuya Crossing on a summer night is like entering a sensory overloaded dream state, and I’ll never forget it.
Vizors up, please…
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uhh hey, SUP? This is Nicci filling in for Mel while she’s out living the good life, just adventuring around Indonesia for a few weeks like it ain’t no thang.
I thought I’d keep the first post pretty simple and just throw down on some inspiration since it’s kinda my thing already, which you’d know of course if you’re following our tumblr, DUH .
SO, click this —> Goth Creep by Catamaran, and press play if you feel like getting your multi-media on, stimulating at least 2 of your 5 senses while scrolling below! <333 - N -
“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.” – Virginia Woolfe
This is the time when our inhibitions were so last season…when we let go of old shit and hold tight to the wild moments that shape us.
We seize these days…these days of summer.