by Heather Rosen

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Radical Self-Expression at the Burning Man Festival in Black Rock City

To view more photos and videos from Black Rock City, explore the Burning Man location page, browse the #BM2014 hashtag and follow @missjessrose on Instagram.

“It’s way more than you can imagine,” says Jessica Rose Yurasek (@missjessrose), describing Black Rock City, the site of the annual Burning Man festival. Each year, a global tribe of artists, makers and performers converge in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert, birthing a pop-up city of more than 60,000 “Burners” and their acts of radical self-expression.

In contrast to an inhospitable physical terrain, which ranges from scorching heat to torrential rain, Jessica sees Black Rock City as an inspirational place of generosity and creativity. The weeklong gathering culminates with the burning of a towering wooden effigy known at “the Man,” and then disperses, taking care to leave no trace in the desert.

“If we as humanity can build this,” she says, “then I have hope for our future.”

When people say it’s hard to describe Burning Man and why it’s so wonderful, that you just have to be there, it’s the truth, but this piece gets quite close. )’(

by Heather Rosen

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24 DRONE-CREATED GIFS THAT SHOW YOU THE WORLD LIKE YOU’VE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE

Unmanned drones have gotten a bad reputation in recent years. And with good reason, especially when the U.S. government is using them to kill people in distant countries with arguably little accountability.

But more recently, they’ve also let us gain a new perspective on the world — literally. 

See the full gif set with these striking images from drones. 

by Heather Rosen

Earlier this year, the white alt-R&B artist Tom Krell told Pitchfork, “The music I want to make is somehow slightly more holy than” the “crass,” libidinous R&B of the mainstream (Miguel is his example). Instead of telling, the unapologetically crass twigs shows: “Closer” has the sway and echo of a hymn.

For a few years now, dance music has maintained a ubiquity not experienced since the ’70s disco boom. All the while I have longed for a slower response to this utilitarian musical ideal, an artist who’s willing to penetrate the slow jam and infect it with genuine oddness without losing any of its sex or soul. Twigs does this astonishingly well. She is consistently idiosyncratic without seeming consciously obtuse. She grounds herself in the earthly pleasures of flesh, while transcending trappings of genre and gender.

I haven’t heard a debut album that I loved so much in years, and I haven’t been this obsessed with an album, period, in years. LP1 makes me feel like I’m in college again. This is sex, this is love, and this is so good that it’s way too easy to confuse one for the other.

From @richjuzwiak, on FKA Twigs

by Heather Rosen

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Typography Rugs

made by german designer Selma Alaçam. Her project heart strings combines her favourite songs, that even as a child she liked, the height of cool to be covered in brightly-coloured band paraphernali, as she calls it. Maybe you will recognize some lyrics from Depeche Mode or Fiona Apple. The project contains seven woven rugs int he Kelim traditionembroidered with typography verses. Enjoy them!

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by Heather Rosen

We know what you want to accomplish. We know how you’d like everything to turn out.



The real question is, “what are you willing to push through the dip for?” What are you willing to stand up for, bleed for, commit to and generally be unreasonable about?



Because that’s what’s going to actually get done.

— The easy ride by Seth Godin, knows whats up

by Heather Rosen

There’s nothing in the dark that isn’t there in the light.
— Major Frank Burns, M*A*S*H

Go first by Heather Rosen

Before you’re asked.

Before she asks for the memo, before the customer asks for a refund, before your co-worker asks for help.

Volunteer.

Offer.

Imagine what the other person needs, an exercise in empathy that might become a habit.

by Heather Rosen

southrocketdroogs:

The Payphone Hashtag [#] Project
In order to spread the word about South Rocket Droogs [a new creative collective] we turned pay-phone pound keys into hashtags. The first 10 people to instagram the payphones will receive a gift from us. We call it the Payphone Hashtag [#] Project

by Heather Rosen

RYN WEAVER. Is. Summer. lost in the cracks of the landslide
you saw me slipping on my blind side
i’m feeling lost, feeling tongue-tied
and now i’m frozen in your headlights

deep in the haze of your love high
i used to soar on the live wire
i’m coming down from your supply
and i don’t know if you can make right

I can’t take it
from the day i saw my heart start breaking
no one saved me
I can’t take it
can’t believe I went and lost you baby
earth keeps shaking
all around,
oh, you let me down and
I can’t take it
from the day i saw my heart start breaking
no one saved me

shot through the cracks of the earthquake
my body’s moving into retrograde
i’m feeling loose, feeling untamed…
and you’re the dynamite in my chains

deep in the trench of the crossfire
you shot me down from the live wire
tossed to the loss in your love game
you beat me cheating, and now I can’t play

I can’t take it
from the day i saw my heart start breaking
no one saved me
I can’t take it
can’t believe I went and lost you baby
earth keeps shaking
all around,
oh, you let me down and
I can’t take it
from the day i saw my heart start breaking
no one saved me

hit the ground running up from you
baby you know I don’t want to, no I want you
but there’s nothing left to say
lost in the riddle you gave me
caught in the middle, you played me; see so plainly
but there’s nothing left to say… I should’ve known. I should’ve known

I can’t take it
from the day i saw my heart start breaking
no one saved me
I can’t take it
can’t believe I went and lost you baby
earth keeps shaking
all around,
oh, you let me down and
I can’t take it
from the day i saw my heart start breaking
no one saved me