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Whores! by Betatester.
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Dave by Betatester.
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Super Combo by Betatester.
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Sell your own family
this one I took for suicidefood blog, take a look.

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Asleep

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New York urine (it’s organic AND local. what more to expect?)

slate has an article on street-fashion blogs, here. let’s cut the chase and give people the goods.

• stockholm
• berlin
• japan overall
• singapore
• london
• moscow
• helsinki fabulous
• new york city too preppie for my tastes, tho
• london, too flash interface
• japanesestreets.com not on the article, but plenty of good shots

not exactly an art gallery, but i could spot a lot of space invaders tiled around the streets.
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a guy shoot a bicycle ride on nyc with a camera attached on his helmet, so you can enjoy the thrill of riding a bike on the streets, without giving up your obese-passive-consumer lifestyle.
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(ok, i’m being cranky: the video is cool, only the soundtrack - “welcome to the jungle” doesn’t help).
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in the future, there will be no narrative on videos… only freestyle stuff like this.

poladroïd russian electro music! it won me over. 7 free mp3 to download. all good.
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fashion japan “exclusive shots of japan’s trendy street fashion”. small pix, but good enought to inspire.

ocean drive, by FPU
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this song reminds me of all the adventure me and jeff are having in this country… all the options, and the choice we make, and what we lost in the process.
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usually i don’t have time to look at my life now and gaze it as a piece of art, like I’ll surelly do in the future.
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so, this song cut some steps, and makes me nostalgic of the present, paying attention to my choices, making me feel mythical again. the way it should be.
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white linen on your back
black secrets on your mind
a past you tried to hide
and a life you left behind
the pastel days and neon nights
the guilty hearts and alibis
the streets run red on ocean drive
but can our love survive
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I see too many of the wrong men die
for stealing their dreams and buying time
in your eyes I saw the rising sun
and still I sold myself for a badge and a gun
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I’ve seen too many of the wrong men die
For stealing their dreams and buying time
I never thought I spend these nights alone
Now I walk the streets trying to find my way back home
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It’s just me and you tonight