Laurent Brancowitz, Christian Mazzalai, Thomas Mars and Sofia Coppola photographed by Andrew DurhamĀ at the Carlyle Hotel in NYC. (Special thanks to YukorangelĀ š)Ā
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Laurent Brancowitz, Christian Mazzalai, Thomas Mars and Sofia Coppola photographed by Andrew DurhamĀ at the Carlyle Hotel in NYC. (Special thanks to YukorangelĀ š)Ā
I would go to Rome, my favorite city. And once there, I would rent a Vespa, and I would discover all the little streets of Rome. My current passion is going to Rome and just exploring the city.
Laurent Brancowitz (via brancowitz)
A wonderful and personal, 40 minute long interview with Branco and Chris on No Effects.
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What We Do In The Shadows (dir. Taika Waititi & Jemaine Clement, 2014)
āWe donāt have any hobbies. But we do try to get together a few times a month to judge people and complain about things.ā
life goals
āI play the drums on the subway for about three hours per day. Itās like the matrix down here. A lot of bad energy. Everyone is rushing and tense and people donāt like to look at each other. So Iām trying to spread some positivity and keep people out of the zombie zone. Yesterday I was singing some Bob Marley and a man screamed at me to stop playing. I think he was bothered by my light. He got too close to the sun.ā
āI donāt enjoy observing people as much as I used to. Everyone acts like theyāre on stage. People used to come to The Village sheepishly. Nobody was sure if they belonged. We didnāt know if we were artists. These days everyone walks around like theyāre contributing something. Thereās no angst anymore. Thereās too much certainty. And thatās a shame. Because all the best art comes from people who feel like they donāt belong. Art is a way of proving your existence. When I was a young man, a person that I respected told me that I was an artist. It was one of the worst things that could have happened to me. I stopped walking into museums or galleries with a sense of awe. I walked in feeling like an āartist.ā My arms would be crossed. If I liked a piece, it was āgood.ā If I didnāt like a piece, it was ābad.ā I didnāt feel vulnerable anymore. I lost my humility. And thatās when growth stops.ā
āShe beautifies my disillusioned brain. Sheās like my fairy godmother. For the last fifteen years, sheās called me every morning, and she makes me repeat after her: āThis is the best day of my life. Iām a genius. I love people and people love me. I never criticize, condemn, or complain. Everyone I meet today is loving and respectful. I love God and God loves me.āā
āIāve lost count of how many foster homes that Iāve stayed in. It seemed like I would move every six months, because they didnāt like me or I didnāt like them. I pushed a lot of people away and I burned a lot of bridges. But Iām the 9th of 12 children. I was the only one to go to college. I donāt have any kids. No crazy ex-boyfriends. And I turned out OK because of the people in foster careĀ who didnāt go anywhere when I tried to push them away.ā āAnyone in particular?ā āThere were a lot. But there was a counselor at one of my group homes named Jenelle Bugue. And when I woke up crying at 3 AM because I felt like nobody loved me, she would sit with me and tell me that she cared about me, and she wasnāt going anywhere. And sheād tell me that God cared about me, and that God wasnāt going anywhere.ā
"Sometimes it feels like Iām not a part of anything. There are so many people here, youād think that Iād be able to make friends with one of them. But it always seems like everyone has got their own thing going on, or their own group of friends that they hang out with. Most weekends I just take a long walk, or go to a restaurant by myself. Iāve done some neat things alone, and Iām glad that I did those things, but Iām really getting to the point where Iād also like to experience things with other people. Everybody tells me: āYou should do this,ā or āYou should do that.ā But nobody says āLetās do this,ā or āLetās do that.ā"
Yeah, I turn on the TV and I see everything lookinā so glossy and pretty. You know, those people with their apartments in New York City that are the size of airplane hangers, and decorated from Williams-Sonoma, and yet theyāre all in their early 20s and havenāt figured out what to do with their lives. I donāt understand that. What planet are people living on? So we wanted to do something that, while itās heightened, and the situations are ridiculous, at least the world the people live in is a little more believable.-Ā Rob-Mcelhenney