The best Dutch Hip Hop collective ever are lording it over the countryside in their new video for ‘Sterrenstof’.

Curtain call.

Here’s Katie’s final (full) collection for Topshop…

The floating head of Brian Eno compels you: take in all of this beauty.

KANYE WEST – RUNAWAY – THE MOVIE (FULL LENGTH) Expect semi-naked angels crashing to earth and setting fire to a forest, lots of new music (SPOILER: APHEX TWIN SAMPLE in minute 25!), a marching band trubite to Michael Jackson in a desert, metaphorical interspecies sex, amazing suits, plenty of ballet, even more Christian allegories, and loads of Kanye lyrics to discuss, including ‘looking like a full booty Celine Dion” or rhyming ‘waitin’ with ‘satan, satan, satan’.

Here are a couple of exclusive behind-the-scenes pictures of VICTOIRE‘s Uffie shoot (VICTOIRE = weekend annex of Belgian newspaper Le Soir).

It’s in stores today!

+ under the hood you will find some more + a couple of shots from the Uffie for DIESEL  lookbook

Personally, I try to put a strict time-limit to my melancholy. (How else am I going to get things done?) Today, I’m setting it to 3 minutes, 19 seconds.

That’s the time it takes to watch James Blake’s new video for “Limit to Your Love”.

G.o.o.d. news from camp ‘Ye: the album is finished. Not so good news: the album cover art is facing censorship.

The artwork is “Me chillin’ on the couch with my phoenix”. A traditional theme in art history, as we all know.

Mr. West just released the uncensored version on Twitter, along with some rants and a hashtag I’m going to be using every day for the rest of the year in real life: #kanyeshrug.

This collabo makes total sense.

‘Beer’ rhymes with ‘Burrr!’.

Lyrics that made me laugh in this song: “I’m drunk like Paul McCartney” (rhymes with ‘party’ and ‘charlie’) and “Make a milli. Gettin’ stupid, gettin’ chilly. Drinkin’ beery.” Props to Big Boi for doing a cameo, too.

Embrace these things of beauty.

I’ve never really seriously considered getting a tattoo. But I’m really appreciative of the fact that the few nights I did ponder the idea, I was  too drunk to remember it the next day. Otherwise I would’ve been the millionth “I’m not a tramp although my stamp might be sending out mixed messages. Sorry bout that” chick. Yes, we are talking the early 00′s here. Or worse- maybe I would’ve had to live my life with badly drawn angel wings on my shoulders (haha, not true, no amount of voddy in the world would have ever made me want to get that).

LGF however has had this beautiful crazy huge design shelved for some years now. And I hope he gets it one day. His  tattoo artist of choice is London-based and is, as I understand pretty fucking expensive.

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