When did I first see the work of Iemza? I can't remember. Most likely it was on tumblr, while I was searching for awesome outdoor murals. I've been a long time fan of the French artist, and the striking mainly black and white drawings and paintings he produces on decaying walls always struck a chord with me. Despite the absence of color, his illustrations are shaded just right and the way he lays everything out consistently creates a recipe for perfect balance. Here are some of them:
My first apartment was in Malate, and calling it “small” would be generous. I lived there with two girls and one guy, and to this day, I genuinely don’t know how we all fit. It felt like a magic trick. Or a health hazard. We were a musical mess. One roommate lived and breathed ’70s classics. Another was permanently blasting Korn and Slipknot. One survived solely on cheesy love songs. And me? I was floating somewhere between new wave and folk rock, pretending that made sense. Somehow, despite the noise and the chaos, we all lived together in this weird, mismatched harmony. No murders. No lawsuits. A win, honestly. My music taste now is nothing like it was in my twenties. Not even close. But I’ll always be grateful to Jacqueline for introducing me to this song in particular. It was playing when I woke up from a very memorable sleep in 2002. I was 21, half-awake, probably confused about life, and that song stuck. It still hasn’t let go.





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