Iskon Temple Paintings
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Udaipur
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view from our room


morning light

breakfast!


Monkeys!

Shopping in Arambol, India
03.01.13 | No Comments

Until today I have been very conservative about my purchases…. the Jes found a little store that perfectly matches my taste. There were so many affordable pretty printed silk and cotton dresses. It was fun to trying them all on.  If only I could check eight bags!


Don’t worry I didn’t buy these ridiculous pants!


Jes and her personal tailor!

The Bunker: An oral history
01.11.13 | 1 Comment

Michaelangelo Matos‘ article is finally up on The Resident Advisor site, commemorating ten years of The Bunker’s history. I have been involved in The Bunker for over seven years now, photo documenting most of the events, hosting the party, welcoming artists in our home, and taking care of the flyer design until recently. Needless to say it has been a huge part of my life and also an immense creative outlet.



The Bunker Best of 2006 photos

The Bunker best of 2007 photos

The Bunker best of 2008 photos

The Bunker best of 2009 photos

It’s my birthday!
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Anai Greog
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Ectoplasm
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stolen from Zoh’s Tumblr

October gardens
10.12.12 | 1 Comment

Taken on October 11, 2012 by Seze
Brooklyn Botanical Gardens

4/20
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Mike Servito
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Photographs by Seze Devres, 2012

Happy Birthday Syd Barrett
01.06.12 | No Comments



Syd Barrett in 1967 by Adrian Boot

DARK GLOBE

Oh where are you now
pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, lift a hand
I’m only a person whose arm bands beats
on his hands, hang tall
won’t you miss me?
Wouldn’t you miss me at all?

The poppy birds way
swing twigs coffee brands around,
brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, please lift the hand
I’m only a person with Eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way…
Won’t you miss me?
Wouldn’t you miss me at all?

Bee Mask mix
11.28.11 | No Comments

Monday afternoon space out with Bee Mask… listen to this special mix on mnml ssgs.

Performing on Friday at No Way Back.

She Likes Weeds!
11.20.11 | No Comments


She Likes Weeds by Tee Set
Check out the silly video

There’s a longnosed dirty old witch Witchipoo
She speaks a magic word called Shackabadoo
The smell of thousand herbs is hanging ’round the house where she lives in
It’s built on magic ground
There’s an all kind coloured smoke raising up among her stirring red brass magic pot
Her chimney means a lot to her for her coloured boiling brew holding snake tails but just a few
She likes weeds, they’re easy to grow
They are easy to grow, easy to grow in the morning dew
She likes weeds, they’re easy to grow
And they always are there, everywhere when she needs a few

But she also keeps a cat or seven and a miles far hearing screaming raven
A magic stick, a flying broom are just a few things that she keeps in her room
She likes weeds, they’re easy to grow
They are easy to grow, easy to grow in the morning dew
She likes weeds, they’re easy to grow
And they always are there, everywhere when she needs a few…


Photos by Alexandra Valenti www.alexandraintheforest.com