Holy Shit's holiday resort is plastic and lucid; Ariel Pink is draped over a deck chair and Christopher Owens is there, riding his bicycle around the pool, making several full laps before sitting down to drink cocktail the colour of a lagoon, John Maus is smoking a cigarette with wet chloriney fingers, drooping, and Dino Felipe is doing this weird Egyptian kind of dance in the sun by the diving board. Everything's in Kodak 100 colour. Club Med has never sounded so analogue.
[Holy Shit MySpace]
1 comment:
pretty sure i wish i was as cool as you.
on the pulse of culture n all that... god.
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