For evermore

یواشکی، برایت از باغ همسایه هلو چیدم، میدانم دوست داری. ۱۳۷۲

I think it’s kind of a blessing to be sad rn, Olivia’s new album “you seem pretty sad, for a girl so in love” comes out this Friday :)

I found these two on two different ends of the city but kinda can’t convince myself that there’s a possibility that these painting’s weren’t done by the same artist.

Day after day until you find yourself in your sheets for a week. Known and unknown reasons just gather around to keep you quiet. But I’ll be writing and sharing just to break the silence cycle.

There was quiet a conflict between me and my mind about the fact that whether I should write this here or not. But the thing is that it has been brought up somewhere in the conversation, in almost every table that I’m not alone at. I was thinking to myself a while ago, what would be the best thing for someone to wish for me? And this is the sentence that’s been lingering in my head ever since: “may your life never be taken away from you, by someone who doesn’t have one”. It’s as horrible as a temporary death when the enthusiasm gets drained out of someone’s soul who was once so full of life. At some point they suddenly get their spark back but the hurtful part is to go through all that knowing you just wanted to share the life you had. I’m not here to blame anyone for their lives and what they’ve done because I know it goes way deeper than just their wants. Like the villains in the animated movies we used to watch when we were kids, every person who hurts another soul has been hurt at some point. Sometimes they were not grown in a kind environment. All of these logical reasons are understandable. But please give me and yourselves the right to say “even though I feel and understand their hurt, I wasn’t responsible for its cause. Why do I have to pay for it?” Today I was walking through the old alley of ours, and I saw this wall graffiti saying “how many plains do you feet in yourself?” And it just reminded me how easily my plains get burned to ashes every time. I build them up again eventually but it feels like losing the breath while your lungs are working perfectly.

چند دشت توی خودت جا داده ای؟ -کوچه خسرو :)

It was the first time seeing a “Cigarettes after sex” vinyl in Tehran, I found their album “Cry” too but unfortunately I forgot to take a pic.

Adele is the only artist whose entire discography I’ve seen on vinyl in person. 19 (خانه ایرانشهر - Jaar club) 21 (موزه بتهون) 25 (Jaar club) 30 (D&R Istanbul)

Born to die (Standard Version)

Same album, different variants.

The last time I was in Jaar Club, one of the things that I wanted to do was to listen to all the songs people have left on the wall. And I didn’t actually did it. Today I was there and I realized the songs on the wall have been replaced completely making me think about how many millions of amazing songs we have that have probably changed someone’s life at some point.

هایده چنگیزیان: «در باله قرن نوزدهمی گرفتار مانده ایم» اگر درست به خاطر بیارم یکی از اهداف خانم هایده چنگیزیان در طی سالهای فعالیتشون این بوده که در کنار اجرای باله های معروف و سرشناس جهانی مثل باله های چایکوفسکی(aka. Nutcracker) باید به فولکلور ایرانی هم بها داده بشه و رقص هایی برای روایاتی چون شیرین و فرهاد، بیژن و منیژه و عشق های روایت شده دیگه طراحی بشه.

یکی از ایستگاه های فستیوال پیاده امسال(راجع به این فستیوال احتمالا میدونین، اما اگر نمیدونستین و دوست داشتین بهم پیام بدین یا به شما یا تو چنل توضیح میدم) خانه موزه هایده چنگیزیان بود و به بهانه مرور خاطرات یک سری به این ایستگاه زدیم. جالب اینجا بود که موضوعاتی اینبار توجهم رو جلب کرد که پیشتر راجع بهش صحبت نکرده بودیم.

It’s actually Sorbetto🇮🇹

Lemon sorbet🍋🍧