The Best Of 2011 (Vol.1)

While focusing on the true meaning of the holidays - all the parties, family get togethers, the last minute shopping - I barely had time to make a list, check it twice or write a single post for over a month. I really do hate not finding the time to write, but sometimes a girl's got to to, what a girls got to do... specially when it involves buying presents for a bunch of people I love. After all "a gift is worth a thousand world". But now that Christmas is out of the way, lets focus on something else.

All year long, we are bombarded by thousands of less-than-awesome stuff "we", as a young modern society should accept, admire and worst, desire. Of course, among this vast variety of so called "stuff", there is a small (but unbelievably awesome) percentage, that are actually worth mentioning. So with 2012 just days away (more like hours away) I think it's time to go down, if not memory lane, then maybe just a (personal) overall look at this years Best of... and by overall I actually mean, music, fashion and people.







BEST IN MUSIC - LP
Choosing a favorite album is never easy. Each year, there is always at least a hand full of real good LP's everyone seems to be talking about. Some you might agree with, some you might not. Well, this year,  my list of favorite albums was a weird collection of sounds and artists, that ranged from Adele and Lykke Li to Washed Out and The Kills. But as the year came to an end, I was convinced that there was only one album that really had it all: James Blake's self titled debut-album.

Unlike many contemporary musicians his age, this 23 year old, London based talent is truly one of a kind. His minimal, melancholic and absolutely brilliant style and sound blew everyone away before the LP was even released. Every single song has an individual charm, yet the general feel of the album has the power to really takes you to a different place, when listened to properly.

"Making music is something I've done all my life, for purely personal gain" - and his album is the result of a lifelong obsession with his own, and no one else's, sonic pleasure.