n. a feast celebrated on the day of your 26th birthday, which marks the point at which your youth finally expires as a valid excuse—when you must begin harvesting your crops, even if they’ve barely taken root—and the point at which the days will begin to feel shorter as they pass, until even the pollen in the air reminds you of the coming snow.
Me in a week… Oh dear
Here’s my dj set from the Saturday Night Gym Club launch party at the Macbeth a couple of weeks ago. All sorts of electronics, all tunes I love… enjoy! x
When I was 11 I got to sing a song on tv… I chose “You were meant for me” by Jewel. They made me a cd with the tune and took some pictures too. Clearly a star on the rise!! 😂 #boots
yes Barney Artist, you charismatic talented m-fucker!! Go check him out next Tuesday at The Macbeth in London town. Do it. x
Please have a serious listen to this absolute beauty of an EP by my dear friend Ve:raSofia!!!