from to the 219 to the 312. Live in chicago's gold coast
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I found this artistic rendition of Kathleen Hanna. I think it’s fucking awesome. I wish I knew who the artist was.
"We [Bikini Kill] heard this interview with The Slits, where instead of answering boring questions in a standard way — questions like, ‘What’s it like to be a woman in music?’ — they had a tape-recorder and they were playing back witch laughter noises."
David Edelstein reviews The Grand Budapest Hotel—the latest from Wes Anderson:
Composition and color isn’t incidental—it’s the whole deal. The mountainside Grand Budapest is a miniature—a dollhouse—reached by model train. Inside, it expands. It’s immense. The choreography of staff and guests is busy and militaristic in its precision. The colors are intense: pink walls, crimson carpets, staff waistcoats of electric magenta. Anderson can make you dream of a design for living on a higher, more beautiful plane.