Can we please start a fund to help this poor soul afford some clothes
But I don’t feel afraid, as long as I gaze on Waterloo Sunset.
I am in paradise…
Every day I look at the world from my window, but chilly, chilly is the evening time, Waterloo sunset’s fine.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
Picture by Debora Barnaba for Vulture Magazine, make up by Tonia Calzerano | Red Sky in Marana by Mike Olbinski
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Wilhelm Gause, Ball der Stadt Wien (1904)
I’ll try anything once, The Strokes (2006)
There is no one that will be harder on Julian Casablancas than Julian Casablancas. Throughout the conversation, he refers to the “dead air” that precedes an answer he gives. He will stop speaking abruptly and declare his answers boring, and he will trip over himself in his general manner—and it’s helplessly endearing. There is also a profound division between the Julian Casablancas on the record and the one who converses while the tape recorder is off. He is an interested subject, but seemingly more interested in not being a subject. When he is not on the record, he’s curious and complimentary, and our conversation runs the gamut from shiitake mushrooms to nail polish. “Put a microphone in front of me…” he trails off, noting his own discomfort. Ironically, that’s what got him here in the first place
the rhythm is for you but the song is for me,
the meaning might be secret but the melody is free