The complete soundtrack.
Selections from ‘Rituals’, by Noorann Matties
Forced to examine ourselves in ways many normally avoid, Rituals as a project sought to capture the moment in which we our lives become devoid of distraction and we become intimately aware of ourselves. By photographing people’s personal beauty rituals I attempted to capture this awareness, this intimacy that occurs only when one is forced to examine their own body, the most basic thing that is theirs, and build upon it.
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A night of CocoRosie & Edward Gorey leaves you feeling really strange.
The problem is you dudes treat the one that you lovin’ with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Jay- Z feat. Beyonce, ‘03 Bonnie & Clyde
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They tell me that your clavicle
is a star over Andalucia
that your melancholic metacarpals
still clutch a clod of earth in Savilla
that your hips have not ceased dancing
in La Habana like in New York
that jasmines bloom in your eye sockets
and every petal a poem
that your jaw bone is the voice of all
the silenced ones, the undocumented ones
those insulted and executed
that the moon cradles your bones Fedrico
fragile as hummingbird wings
That’s what I was told one silvery night
by the hip red ants
that sleep in your cranium