1. Bill Weir and I flew to Toronto for a day trip this weekend and spent some time in the Queen’s Plate projects with the brothers Ford.

    All characters appearing in this work are NOT fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely intentional.

  2. nevver:


    We are family.

  3. View from a Hill. Port-Au-Prince, Haiti.

  4. We sat in van, heading to Vagator Beach, a motley collection of mostly non-Indian people. We looked at the men in the truck ahead of us, heading to work as if on any other continent.

    Going to work. Panaji, Goa, India.

  5. Cows on the beach. Vagator Beach, Goa, India.


  6. Sadness isn’t a prerequisite for Mondays, but this story is equal parts inspiring and melancholy — and completely worth your time.
  7. gezzaseyes:

    Step By Step - Street art by Ernest Zaharevic, Penang, Malaysia

  8. Madrid at Night. Madrid, España.


  9. "Whatever pain achieves, it achieves in part through its unsharability, and it ensures this unsharability through its resistance to language."
    — Elaine Scarry, The Body in Pain: The Making and Unmaking of the World
  10. Chinatown in Shadows. Portland, Oregon.

  11. Message on a Bridge. Portland, Oregon.

  12. myedol:

    Anti-Money Campaign by Riccardo Pittaluga

    (via lonelyfrenchtraveller)


  13. Coachella, Day Three

    We made a concerted effort to get to the venue earlier on Sunday, beginning the day with The Lumineers, a band I possess no overt fondness for, but who seemed to delight the mostly white crowd with their blend of pleasant and non-threatening oeuvre.

    Next up was Paul Oakenfold’s DJ set — it was my first EDM experience during Coachella, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. However, I must admit, it was quite awesome. Once the music started pumping, it was hard not to join the amped-up crowd and get into the music. Oakenfold was helped by a tremendous light show and guest drummers and vocalists. It bodes well for the various EDM festivals I’ll be covering this summer.

    I then joined a packed house at the Mojave tent to see La Roux, a band I didn’t know much about, but who drew one of the most raucous crowds of the entire festival. They were fantastic, with the live instrumentation and electronic elements forming a great backing unit for Elly Jackson’s stage presence. She slinked back and forth on the small stage to great effect, and persuaded me to check out their records now that I’m back to real life.

    I also managed to catch 20 minutes of The Faint, which was a treat, and they were both energetic and focused while playing their unique blend of synth-rock. Unfortunately, as happens so often at Coachella, the Wu-Tang Clan beckoned on the Outdoor stage, and I had to navigate the tens of thousands who had gathered in anticipation. Would there be a hologram of Ol’ Dirty Bastard? Sadly, it was not to be, but it was a treat in itself that all of the Wu-Tang were in attendance, including Cappadonna and Redman, who made a special guest appearance on his birthday and performed “Da Rockwilder” with Method Man. The highlight for me was their performance of “Winter Warz,” one of my favorite cuts off Ghostface’s first solo joint, “Ironman,” in which Cappadonna spits one of the best rap verses of all time. Unlike half the crowd, I stayed for the entirety of the Wu-Tang set (and all of the second-hand weed smoke from the crowd) then wandered over to catch a few minutes of the Red Hot Chili Peppers before driving back to L.A. to beat traffic and catch my morning flight.

    What can I say about RHCP? When I saw them in New Jersey with The Mars Volta a few years back, the Chili Peppers blew me away with both their live performance as well as their light-show and stage set-up. Unfortunately at Coachella, they were dealing with some circumstances that affected both their sound and presentation. The departure of John Frusciante left a giant gap in the band, as for me, he was the one aspect of their live performance that truly stood out. In a band comprised of stellar musicians all, I think that says it best. To me, Frusciante is the modern day white Hendrix, both for his virtuosity and creativity, and it’s difficult, if not outright impossible, to replace a guitarist of that caliber. Josh Klinghoffer certainly has an impressive resume, but it’s not easy to fill shoes that large. He was also done in by an audio mix that was the worst I’d heard all weekend, and a far step below every other band that occupied the main stage. And of course, the sandstorm. What an annoying fucking distraction for the bands, and the driving was a shit experience also thanks to heavy winds and poor visibility.

    All in all, Coachella was a very fun experience, and I plan to add it to my list of yearly events. I envy the guy I met who is attending both weekends, so that he can see all the bands, instead of being stricken by conflicts at every turn.

    But next year, I’ll definitely rent a house instead of staying at a hotel.

    (I had this written yesterday, but like many, felt the need to delay posting in light of the events in Boston. My thoughts and best wishes to all those affected.)

  14. Sun going down on #Coachella, day three (at Sahara Stage).


  15. Coachella 2013, Day Two

    Another 24 hours, and another woman stole the show last night as Jenny Lewis, formerly of Rilo Kiley, provided the haunting and sexy counterpoint to Ben GIbbard during The Postal Service’s charming set. It was an appropriate kick off to the decidedly mellow trio of headliners on the main stage on Saturday night.

    Lewis was all grace as she switched between guitar, bass and synth pads while singing her heartfelt vocals all the while. When she began singing her verse in “Nothing Better,” I actually experienced a full body shiver.

    Ben Gibbard also showed well, switching between guitar, drums and vocals while visibly demonstrating enthusiasm for the material and the crowd. It was a great deal more charisma than I’d seen from him the one time I saw Death Cab for Cutie in concert.

    The Postal Service segued into the xx, whose ambient and ethereal sound amplified tremendously, filling the desert air more fully than any band I’d yet seen here. The famously reclusive trio (who were one of the more difficult and painful interviews I’ve done in my life) actually seemed keen to be here, reflecting on their Coachella 2010 appearance that really propelled them on to the American scene. They even brought on Solange Knowles for a song, which delighted the crowd.

    It is amazing how such a minimalist band can sound so loud, and the xx continued the heartfelt/emo theme of The Postal Service, ending their set with a fantastic rendition of “Angels,” which to me is the highlight of their second, and not quite as good as the first, album.

    The night ended with Phoenix, the band I never noticed had turned huge, who opened with blistering energy, then shifted into their large collection of mildly pleasant indie rock songs that all sound kind of the same.

    Of course, the real story was the rumors that had spread all weekend that Daft Punk would join Phoenix on-stage. Every time the band took a few minutes throughout their set to regroup, scattered chants of “Daft Punk!” were heard in the audience. Unfortunately, it was not to be, although we weren’t completely out of luck. Running in from left field, R. Kelly joined the band for a remix of “Ignition,” no doubt inspired by the recent petition to have the song made into the official anthem of the United States. Awesome, but still disappointing in light of how unreal it would have been had two robot DJs rose from the set.

    I’ll be very upset if Wu-Tang doesn’t have a hologram of Ol’ Dirty Bastard.