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All Those Wasted Hours

Remember high school? The now-outdated hair styles, crispy 90s bangs or garish Y2K highlights, strolling through the hallways, flanked by boys in pleated khakis. The ring of the bell and slam of lockers. That constant confusion that seemed to hang...
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This Is Not Your Life

Let’s rearrange the messiness of our lives to be like a set: color-coded and choreographed, staging our mistakes to music and tragedies with deliberate visual design. We will always have soft light and enter on queue from stage right. Our daily...
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Runaway Retreat

Sometimes there are places you go that you never want to leave. Or rather, we find ourselves in certain scenes and feel as if we belong amongst the objects there. For me, these are often places where everything seems perfectly considered, objects...
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Lana’s Noir

Lana’s voice has a warbley 40s jazz lounge feel, smoke and silk pants, with contemporary slutshame-crushing lyrics. The album makes you feel something, something slinky and dark and strong. Go tie up your boyfriend. Don’t walk down dark...
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