Speedhunters, one of my favourite car culture sites.
Talented photojournalists traveling the world in search of a story, a handcrafted machine for a handcrafted narration.

DER NOIR, formed in Roma, July MMXI.

Manuele Frau: vocals, bass
Manuel Mazzenga: electric guitar
Luciano Lamanna: drum machines, synthesizers

Alien Observer rubric hosting Yuri Shwedoff from Moscow.

I watched his skull making acquaintance with the angles of the capital, his right hand refreshing itself among the gilt ornaments; and, in the purple shadow, his large feet. From a distant part of the theater his eyes came back to me; his mouth said: “Discipline is not bad. . . . It is at least a beginning. . .

I did not know what to answer. He said in his low quick voice: “Let them enjoy and obey!”

P.V.

Poor people make their living by killing the future on behalf of the rich.

Låpsley – Brownlow – 2015
18+ – Crow – 2014
My Morning Jacket – Like A River – 2015
Beacon – Bring You Back – 2013
Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra – Bottomfeeder – 2012
Cooly G – He Said I Said – 2012
Dean Blunt – 100 – 2014
El Perro del Mar – How Did We Forget – 2011
Trentemøller – Blue Hotel (feat. Steen Jørgensen & Marie Fisker) -2012
Korallreven ‎– Loved-Up – 2009
Gonjasufi – Nikels and Dimes – 2012
Timber Timbre – Hot Dreams – 2014
Snowbird – Porcelain (RX Gibbs Remix) – 2014
The Hundred In The Hands – Recognise – 2012
Yeasayer – Henrietta – 2012
Tei Shi – Go Slow – 2015
The Knife – Pass This On – 2008
Moderat – Damage Done – 2014
Memoryhouse – To The Lighthouse – 2010
Patrick Watson – Places You Will Go – 2015

Islam Halahla, Hebron, Palestinian Territory.

The war which is coming Is not the first one. There were Other wars before it.
When the last one came to an end There were conquerors and conquered.
Among the conquered the common people Starved.
Among the conquerors The common people starved too.

B.B.

Massimiliano Grandoni, Ancona, Italy.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

A.N.