By Saiman Chow. Who can resist a kiss and a cuddle?

Thank you Alisa.

And here’s the proof:

Wallenberg – Legendary (ft. Leila K)

Found via the always astonishing Decida, this new video has me ready for the ball. WORK!

I often think that nowadays we are living in a blunter way than it used to be. Somehow, the distance we had toward objects or events seems to decrease and proportionally, prudishness vanishes. Maybe it’s illusory, I’m nostalgic by nature.

An english expression says “he wears his heart on his sleeve” to define someone inclined to a certain reserve. Today, an article from the LA Times relates that a Pico Rivera gang member literally wears his heart on his chest.

Everyone knows about the criminals from the Russian gulags and their tattoos. However, if the latter were subtly ciphering their feats, the former obscenely inked on his chest the crime scene of a murder he committed years ago. This confession lead to his conviction.

Via South Willard.

‘The writer finds himself in this more and
more comical position of having nothing to write, of having no means of
writing it, and of being forced by an extreme necessity to keep writing it’

(The wonderful Maurice Blanchot)

Last summer we had a conversation with my friend Julien about America’s fascination for chrome plating. Chrome trains, subways, trailers, cars, appliances, guns or even web browser.

Etymologically, chrome comes from the Greek word chroma, meaning color. However, chrome itself doesn’t have a proper color besides the one it reflects.

I thought about a license plate I had seen on a car earlier that day that was depicting an American flag accompanied by the watchword these colors never run.

We positively agreed on the fact that the United Stated should replace the Stars and Stripes by a flat chrome flag.

Seriously?