In Eva Hendricks’ throat, coos and giggles are razor wire. A pout is a live grenade. She channels rage through baby talk. It’s refreshing to see sweetness exposed for the act that it is; to say out loud: “I didn’t make the rules, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to win the game.” // Post by Misha
“Hi, I’m Colleen Green. I’m going to play some songs for you and I hope you like them.” Almost every time I’ve seen Colleen Green perform this is how she has introduced herself. It took far too long for me to understand this about being okay with yourself.
Smallness, introversion, and quietness are the atoms which, when pulled apart, are every bit as devastating as dynamite.
Photos and words by Colleen Callahan “Shoot. Well, pants with pockets usually prove useful when I shoot a show,” … More
I just read this incredible breakup zine called “A Headache From Crying” by Lina Abascal (@linalovesit – go follow) and now … More
Mark The Molochs down as the latest group bringing a promising new slice of the past to the LA scene. They’ve been described … More
Photos and words // Misha Scott Real quick, is it me or have hipsters been getting more… hipstery? Like, when … More