Last night my beautiful bike was stolen from a bike rack I had locked it to while I was at a gig. I think I'm probably a bit more devastated about it than I've been letting on.

I know I'm not the first, nor the last this will happen to. But it still sucks.

Fell in love with twelve million looks at Koshka today.

1. Tsumori Chisato 2. Tsumori Chisato 3. Jazz Katze 4. The Dress and Co 5. The Dress and Co 6. Tsumori Chisato

In her photographs of Copenhagen, Ali Withers captures exactly what I see every time I close my eyes.

I find it so hard to fathom that once upon a time, this was life was not someone else's lived vicariously through pixels, but my own. I'm well aware of how often I say this. Ali, your beautiful photographs keep me connected. Thank you.

Like we need any MORE excuses to lust over wunderbar deutsch apartments. All via ArtSchoolVets' Faces & Spaces.

Thank you to those who commented on this post before Blogger went down.

Alain Resnais' Last Year At Marienbad seems to be a film that divides audiences. Some find it incomprehensible, but I adore it.

A man and a woman are reunited at a chateau a year after first meeting, but she does not recall who he is. Or does she? Did they ever even meet in the first place? Around every corner of the chateau and its grounds, one is waiting for the other. Or are they?

The way the film has been shot and edited means that geographically the chateau and its gardens make no sense whatsoever. Characters remain inexplicably still, and the woman's signature expression is a blank stare. Time and space are nonlinear, almost nonexistent. The entire film is built on repetition and disorientation. It is beautiful and surreal, and the immense weight of the overarching confusion, ambiguity and melancholy is thrilling. Aesthetically it's stunning, with moments of over and underexposure only heightening the disorientation, while the woman's costumes - of which there are many - were designed by Coco Chanel. Those with a keen eye will note the references in Chanel's SS11 collection. Blur also managed 'recreate' the film for their clip below. It's eerie how spot on it is! The whole film is on YouTube here.

Some of my own, taken in February/March. They developed very strangely, and scanned with this weird pastel wash-out. It's grown on me, though.

POE breaks every rule in the book (er, double denim? Tights as pants? Head to toe print?) but somehow it all seems so right. See and read more at The Blackmail.

Máni's pictures from her trip to Iceland are seriously making my heart skip multiple beats. See more on her lovely blog.

My friends Mike and Anny have released some new music under the name of Glisk. Think Beach House x m83 with a tiny touch of something more pop, like Au Revoir Simone. (I'm terrible at comparing and reviewing music. It's really lovely.)

Their EP Servants Heart is free from here; I'm finding a hard time choosing a favourite song, but for the moment I'll say Emlin. Recognise the cover photo? It's courtesy of yours truly.

(OK, no more Adelaide music for a while. Wait. While I'm here, Doe is the third band I'm crushing on at the moment. Alright, done.)

Obligatory quarterly 'OMG, Steering By Stars!!!!!' post. This is starting to get awkward.
(It's OK if you want to skip forward to the 2min-ish mark.)