PARIS

I'm feeling very inspired by this amazing song, Paris lately.  

Black Atlass is the kind of artist I see myself listening to on a fall train ride home from school, slightly hungover, but seeking out creativity among the landscapes of the Ontario countryside.  It's the sound of a hotel lobby, a moonlit stroll with a stranger, or a spontaneous trip to Montreal.  Alex Fleming, the nineteen-year-old Canadian genius behind the pseudonym possesses an amazing ability to write visual songs that, photographically, convey a mood that is 100% evocative of the style I'd like to take my work in- dark and mysterious, but still soulful and youthful (that little piano melody throughout gets me every time).  

He lives two hours away from me.  I'm tempted to road trip-stalk him- there are so many questions I have.  After all, there are probably a million stories behind a voice like that.  I haven't heard anyone possess a piano quite like Fleming, manipulating the keys to create magical imagery that I've only encountered in dreams.

It's so awesome to stumble upon inspiration of a different medium that can translate to whatever your into.  My writing is so influenced by film, my photographs by music, and it is a testament to the universal appeal of "art" or whatever you'd like to call it.