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This one is brand new, it was recorded live at a Paris club called le Badaboum and transmitted live on french radio Nova (which is a big big deal). I was crazy nervous and the sound guy didn’t take me seriously, so the first track I played is actually missing from the recording because he fucked up my set up. You can even hear on one track I played that was a record, that he didn’t plug the MK2 in properly so you only hear the song on one side… This is all nerdy but basically I felt pressure and the conditions were tough but I am genuinely very happy and proud of this mix. It makes me want to dance and sing and smile – I can only hope it will make my friends and strangers want to do that too.

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PET x Live Fast Mag throw a Halloween Party at the Standard Hollywood with some incredible DJ’s :)

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Photo journal from Turkey

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FOR PURPLE MAGAZINE

A TRIP TO BIG SUR

WITH
NAOMI SHIMADA

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“I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive” said HENRY MILLER. This was the beginning and conclusion of the adventure we explored on our way to San Fransciso, following the coast through Big Sur on CA Highway 1. A place where shifting reality and concept of contemporary living is hard not to throw right out the window, and fall into the realm of MIYAZAKI’S Castle in the Sky.

A quick stop off happened to find us amongst an ageless group of swing dancers, at the Madonna Inn, a couple hours before escaping into the Sur which at the time was submerged amongst cloud, and darkness. Although we missed the hour to explore its grand lands of Hearst’s Castle, passing by WILLIAMS HEARST’S pack of zebras disorientates your space of logic. From then the trip was coined by the HENRY MILLER bookshop donated to the Sur. ANAÏS NIN sits amongst the bright lights of American inhabitants, legendary minds, and collectives. They were drawn to this land, you can feel it. Phone services dropped out an hour or so after approaching the hills, and we became lost in the mountains for days, discovering the Redwood’s magic, and reconnecting over late night drives to motels up the coast, slamming old Destiny’s Child.

In our brief moment in San Fransciso, we found Vacation; standing tall, inhabiting all the good bits of San Fran, the energy of Oakland, thrown together in cassette tight clarity for your one stop shop.

Text Cara Stricker and photo Cara Stricker and Naomi Shimada

 
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Anna Cordell is an Australian actor, writer & filmmaker based in Los Angeles. Recent film projects she has appeared in include: Palisade, Rubber Heart and When You Return. In 2016 she wrote and acted in the short filmHip Hip Hooray, which was featured in the narrative short program at SXSW 2016. This summer she will be starring in the short film Runaway by Sylvia Saether. Anna’s writing credits also include the short film Rubber Heart, to be released later this year. She is currently working with friend & director Lizzy Sanford on a theater piece to be produced in the fall, as well as a collection of short fiction.

http://www.annacordell.info

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THE KITCHEN

It was nice to have you in the kitchen And not the war torn bedroom Cursing with your eyes closed
It wasn’t about the coyotes, Obviously.
I know what’s rough, And it was mine,
And on that same day,

A girl exited swiftly through my chest And disappeared into a thin grey line
Also mine, But,
In the still moments that followed, As sky bled into sea,
I heard her whisper beneath the wind:
No, this is you. And she was gone.
So you see,
I wasn’t asking
If you thought they could see us Through the kitchen window,
Of course they saw us, They are dogs with fangs.
It was a question one asks And knows how to answer But asks anyway
Because for a man like you, She wants to love herself, And because she can’t
She leans in,
Childlike,
Like a girl who’s vanished,
And points into darkness.

A rare Angeleno native growing up through the nooks and crannies of the culturally diverse Los Angeles artistic basin, Azul pulls inspiration from contrasts in life experiences and nature. Rhythmic melodies juxtapose abstract tribal beats , sonic back-masks, and deep grooves while finding a magical through line awash in historical soul revival. Breakout performances at the Museum of Contemporary Art Los Angeles, and FORM Arcosanti., lead Azul’s introduction to a larger audience imminent with an upcoming debut EP release and a bevy of unique live performances into 2016.