Lachlan Bailey Shoots Vanessa Moody for Vogue Paris

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Vanessa Moody by Lachlan Bailey for Vogue Paris February 2015 How much do you like wearing the color brown? If you’re answer is a lot then you are going to love this new editorial in Vogue Paris featuring the lovely Vanessa Moody. Lachlan Bailey shoots Vanessa and her all brown attires in these set of photographs. It looks like we

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Alejandra Guilmant Shows You How It’s Done When in Rome

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When in Rome | Alejandra Guilmant by Mariana Garcia Alejandra Guilmant is back on the blog and this is time she is wearing clothes… sort of. You can do anything with a jersey now-a-days. I actually don’t know what she has going down on the bottom, but I think it’s another shirt. I think the only piece of real clothing

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Tear to Build Capsule Collection by Stampd

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 Tear to Build | Stampd 2015 Spring/Summer Capsule Collection All black everything, people you know my fresh code. There will come a time when I’ll be able to hop online and buy everything in a collection. Until then, I get to look at pictures of them. I’m pretty much an online window shopper at heart. This capsule collection comes from

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Allie X Catches Her Breath in New Music Video

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Allie X – Catch This is a super trippy video that you should probably watch because of the creativity that goes into it all. You will be able to find this track on Allie X‘s album, CollXtion, which drops April 7th. Catch Lyrics All I needed was the medicine And you came knocking like a doctor Gave me the pill

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Cara Delevingne Stays in Bed for John Hardy

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Cara Delevingne by Sebastian Faena for John Hardy Spring 2015 When I first saw these pics, I had no clue to what they were trying to advertise. I’ve never heard of John Hardy. I watched the video, and all I saw was a sexy Cara Delevingne coming out of a pool and rolling around in a bed. I still had no

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Imaan Hammam is an Absolute Beauty in i-D

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What an Absolute Beauty! | Imaan Hamman by Zoe Ghertner for i-D Winter 2014 I love Imaan Hamman. I wish we got to see more of her because she is an absolute beauty. It’s like I only see her in a magazine about once a quarter. Anyhow, the beautiful super model takes some portraits with Zoe Ghertner for i-D Magazine. The

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Joey Badass Raps About his Born Day

Joey Badass – Born Day (AquariUS) (prod. by Statik Selektah)

Joey Badass has been giving us gems from his album, B4DA$$. This one goes by the name of Born Day and features production from Statik Selektah.

Born Day Lyrics

I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20, it’s a blessing
Yo, 20 is a blessing
I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20, it’s a blessing [2x]
Check it out, 20 is a blessing

[Verse I: Joey Bada$$]:

What a nigga to do, nothing to lose
The whole world to gain, coming of age
Mama cut loose my chain, now I’m walking these streets like a gladiator
Mama shoulda kept me cuffed me up to the radiator
Fuck is that bullshit on the radio?
Tell that nigga Ebro, “Please play that flavor”
And I don’t really ask for favors, and toot my own horn
And I just really got to say the state of hip-hop ain’t been the same since
They brainwashed you’s to think we came from a slave ship
Hop out of the spaceship, the code of the language is to realize
They tryna keep us trapped in the anguish
Flooding the airwaves with all of the same shit
Forgetting what’s ancient, they tell us we ain’t shit
The only means of getting by is killing our own, left in the tomb
Or even worse, putting it in a song to sing along
And I’m a Hot Nigga, cause where was OG Bobby Johnson
To tell young Shmurda that he has some better options
Don’t wanna blame the streets that adopted him, or the doctrine
That got his mind, so boxed up in and I don’t judge
But there’s no one to blame but us, and that’s the truth, but
It’s always swept under the rug, and deep down we all wanna be loved
But they got us so blind, we don’t wanna be us
And growing up in the slums, the shit is tough, I ain’t bulletproof
But full of truth, so shoot ‘em up till he deceased
And lined right back on the streets
I hope left enough gold for you to get back on your feet, peace

I woke up early on my born day
I’m 20, it’s a blessing [2x]
I woke up early on my born day
Im 20, it’s a blessing, yo
I woke up early on my born day, uh yea
I woke up early on my born day, yea, check

[Verse II]:

The riches under my soul is full of shit
Kinda like the gist of everything from most of ya lips
You see the cash on the otherside’s greener
But nowadays I feel like I walk with a nina cause the streets got meaner
Preachers got mad nice and my cousin just passed like, you just swerve
And then you matter, seconds, minutes, and hours
No time to question the Bible, cause any blink could demolish a current
Is it your saga? So I’m honored to be here today
The world is ours, we should celebrate in every way
Spread the knowledge to the youth and tell them what we lay
Six feet, I’m six feet, standing on my own two, and my own shoulders
It’s that deep, shifting to max p’s, will I put my (?) right?
Into the back seat, flowing out my veins, running tracks like an athlete
It’s insane, Apex rap, let ‘em see the gas of the aesthetics, yea

Yea, yo, yo, The Badmon, Young G
G, yea, Young G, yea and
I know you see me (I woke early on my born day)
Im 20, it’s a blessing, I woke up early on my born day
I’m 20, it’s a blessing, yo, yo, The Badmon, Young G
I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20, it’s a blessing
Yea, yea, I woke up early on my born day, yea, yea, yo
Badmon, Young G, Rest In Peace to Cap Steez, yea
R.I.P to your B, yea, yea, yo, yo, yo, The Badmon, Young G
Rest In Peace to Cap Steez, yea, R.I.P drinking B, yea

FKA twigs is in Bondage in New Pendulum Video

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FKA twigs – Pendulum FKA twigs is one of my favorite artists as of now. It’s not just because of her looks either (even though it doesn’t hurt) I’ve enjoyed her album, LP1. Check out her new video for her single, Pendulum. Pendulum Lyrics [Verse 1] I’m a sweet… Little love maker Finding time To make my words better [Verse

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Lupe Fiasco Paints a Mural in a New Song

Lupe Fiasco – Mural

If you are tired of all of the Twitter beefs and you just want to hear music, this track by Lupe Fiasco is what you’ve been waiting for. Lupe just spits bars, no hooks on this track for about 8 minutes. I can’t wait for Tetsuo & Youth.

Mural Lyrics

Raw chemicals, vitamins and minerals
Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the vein like a chicken on the barn
Top Cat chat, let’s begin another yarn
That’s flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm’
But roosters don’t fly like boosters don’t buy
So what powers cowards to get them to the top?
Just to fall asleep listening to Bach
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock
That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
They catch chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings

Now what’s a coffin with a scratched ceiling
And what’s the talking without the match feeling
As buried living and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry system
Then proceed with the pack feeding
When I was young I had visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother HuRl
Incense smoke made vortices and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and add space for rubber girls
I like my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and undercover squirrels
I like cartoons, souther cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologise for my weird mix, what taste like hot dogs and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and clear bricks
And smells like shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I’m going hard
First part of a party, that I throw in parts
One minute you playing pool, the next minute you throwing darts
But that’s how you do with a party that you throw in bars
I run the Gambit like I’m throwing cards
From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts
Paint cold pictures like Nova Scotia landscapes
Nerd game make Mandelbrot sets when we handshake
A word game back up plan that can dam lakes
Backup the word play playin’ at the man’s states
Mean I can still be the man if the dam breaks
And when the man brakes I’m reflectious, what they can’t face
My peers will still treat the mirror, like it’s a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
That hovers above cities like weather men
And maybe weather woman
Whatever better to tell ya weather comin’
I prefer girls to reign all over the world

And not rain like, rain man or like rain dance
Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it’s raining
Or rein like dear slaves, the Santa Claus slave man
But reign like Queens that reign over made man
And not Queen like Queen killer
Rhapsody bohemian Queen
But Queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it’s a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving your hand
I’m talking wave like you saying “hey”
Man, and not hay for horses and horses like you almost voiceless
You gotta treat your vocal chords like it’s a fortress
And treat every single one of your words like reinforcements
And especially when you’re recording
Cause that’s the portion that’s important
When I was reporting that I was poor
But now I’m more than
It’s still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots
Crying shames, make margarita rims from cheap tops
Deep plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots
A little scene with the sickle swings to make the wheat drop
In a hundred words, but them humming birds like to ease drop
And fan her like peacocks with a parakeet that beat box
So the sun rise when the beat drops
And the sun dies when the beat stops…
Then it unties, then it relapse, then it detox
Then heat back like a heat pack
On his knee caps of the weak spot
Cause he want what we got, like yeah

Then forge poetry like a young honory Morrissey
Then spit it to the golden locks thots
Who like their porridge on watery
Not scorching nor sorbity
From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
Coming down gorgeously, just like a Stacey Dash waterfall
A more torturing, a water boarding Barbie doll
A river of women like a Brazilian carnival
Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol
Somebody give them the volleyballs
If you love her, don’t ever send her to Mally Mall’s
Homie if she lonely she might end up in Macauly’s claws
Coming out the closet over goblets down at madri gras
The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call
My reposition was black condition of activism
I’m ammunition for abolition, missions attacking systems
But they not after listens, unless it’s dropping on Activision
Are we app-soul, are we bodies filled with apparition
Operating applications, stuck inside a apple prison
Check and hack downloads, updates that lack religion
Or, are we more?

Then soil painting, disloyal changing
His preoccupied with Boyle and Goyle chasing
In-foiling of his royal saintings
I sit back and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil paintings
Ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it
Unless you Virgin Mary nothin’ do it but the trueth
Believe all that unless you Jewish
Life is not a dictionary, its a thesaurus
And I feel like a missionary to a clitoris
The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change
My chair position or conditions of my porridge
Submission for sedition against the religion of a chorus
Keep them golden weed thieves out the motherfuckin’ forest

As I perform a nerve storm
I prefer my pictures in word form
Bury the hatchet like how a bird born
As I paint cold pictures like Kool-Aid facing condensation
And having conversations with flavourful combinations
Slave to my concentration
So that’s OJ The Juiceman meets OJ with two hands
And two gloves, that’s too snug
To judge who was, who drew blood

And, Lupe look at all these tucans
In a cemetery full of tomahawkes
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
Road runners don’t fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
Wildin’ pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor
Levitating youth so know the truth of where the fountain hides
Bucaraa Roof painting tunnels onto the mountain side
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Shaka-La by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the manual for contra
Assorted memories from my childhood
Absorbing energy from the wild woods
Elec-tronic combat Konami sign contract
Chinese char killing cucarachas on contact
Chicago spread an aficionado
Efficient spitting bridging divisions is in Chicano
Who’s the Boss?
If isn’t Alyssa Milano
Do the cough
Ninja mission into the Congo
Polarize envy of the older guys, black obi, shinobi hittin’ Kenno in the face with all my throwin’ knives
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells
Dodging rain and catching hail
Faces need samurai to catch the L
Special research vessels made for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell
Maybe how the ions in carbon fibres that never fail
Smart as science mixed with odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal pale that you hit with a steel tools
To announce that you’ve had enough and dropping out of seal school
Just like trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn’t take the temperature of my skill pool
I said it feels cool to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to grill-groove?
Take no Viking water bottle and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin’ chill mood
Rolla skater maker or are you just cobblin’ wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes whenever his quill moves over your meal you
Simple as a Buddhist monk in a temple standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness
Real still he realizes his realness
Defeat Samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance