WE WILL NOT BE POSTING ANYTHING ON THIS BLOG EXCEPT POSSIBLY UPDATES UNTIL THE FIRST OF  THE YEAR.

Oh no need for alarm, wipe and dry those tears, we’re not going away, we’re going BIGGER!

I’m happy to say after all of our fan support and over 40,000 readers and over 1,000 subscribers, we will be launching a one-of -a -kind, brand spanking new…wait for it….wait for it….

 ONLINE MAGAZINE!!!

Yes, ‘LoVsnMua ‘ is being funded to become an innovative online magazine, featuring everything and anything love and culture but best of all, artist from around the world, who rattle and roll our hearts with inspiring works. We already have a growing list of first issue featured artists, known & unknown who set the bar in their field. From composers, painters, directors, singers, writers, dancers, and then some; we are a one stop shop for those who creatively inspire and for our readers who live to be inspired.

 

So, what do you think?

We couldn’t have said it better ourselves.

So please be patient, for it takes a good second or two for us to get dolled up.

Thank you to all our supporters and fans, we couldn’t have done this without you!

 Please feel free to email any questions or special request for the first issue at Lovsnmua@gmail.com.

I must say, the whole thing is just well

exciting really.

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Nathan-Sawaya-Trapped

What started out as a hum became a boom of unmanaged thought.

Staccato beats biting in the measure of grit, clamped against his cage.

Provoked into becoming, he did not look before he leaped.

And what was once dull, complacent, flowing water trickling down a lane of satisfied tissue,

Became jagged hunger aimed at swallowing everything whole.

Thickened desires shackling the senses and sharpening impulses,

Gave way to choking the vices of a freshly lit butt stacked in-between the violence of his teeth.

Clench fisted and with trembled brow, a plot of smoke slithered in-between the fractures of his mind,

While dank internal narratives bled from his axis.

And behind his eyes was the freezing heat of brazenness, freed from constraint.

A beast billowing from behind his flexed peeled skin

Ripped through the carnage  of his cerebellum,

Whilst zoetic engravings oozed from his lucidity.

And palm to ground, with flexure vision interlaced in roaring grandiloquence, he sired the earth.

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12.8.12

“Is it possible to beatbox perfectly, without a single mistake? YES! There’s a beat that’s SO DAMN HARD that i thought it would be literally impossible to get every sound clean, the rhythm in the pocket, the pitches on point, etc. I’ve been working on it since May, and today, with repetitions after repetitions, I FINALLY got it PERFECTLY for the first time!!”

Beyond exciting news! Our very own Beat Rhino, this amazing vocal percussionist from California, just won

The AMERICAN BEATBOX CHAMPIONSHIP 2013!
After charging into the finals and battling the best beatboxers in NY from all around the U.S, he has been crowned the King of Beatboxing.

CHECK OUT HIS AWESOME SEMIFINAL ROUND HERE!

 FOR FINALS ROUND STAY TUNED!

And to find out a little bit about the man behind the beats check out this Q&A

May I Present.. BEAT RHINO!!!

If you want to hear him live here are some upcoming events:

8/9~8/13 jamming with frisco in socal
8/17 house battle in LA
9/7 midwest battle qualifier ventrilo battle
9/24 UCLA SCA showcase

CONGRATULATIONS BEAT RHINO!

To the perseverent goes the crown!  Here’s to you and to your cup, may it always runneth over!

Behind every great wo/man is the motto:

THE BEST IS YET TO COME BEAT RHINO!

Ego does not exist inside the depths or shadows of your heart, so stay the course and follow your own beat, for that is where true living takes place.

The Rarefied & Colorful

August 4, 2013

 

Albeit barely born, by the time he hit one, he had already seen and created the world.

And while letters had not made sail into his unfurnished mind or wrangled between the columns inside his vacant mouth, his heart spilt of stories in far away lands, undiscovered pastures, roaring seas and of a friend in whom no journey was improbable.

It was upon the back of a pictoric baby elephant, the young boy would fall asleep.

Bobbing inside of sequestered thoughts, his head lay warmed by the sloppy and playful movements of the babes frank and floppy ear.
The sun pressed heavy against his lids, securing a passageway for careless dreams.
Smirking in the golden light, with eyes shut, the boy saw the earth extended and rising; the very form of natures ample bosom evaporating into the mirth that exists inside of a formless habitat.

Illusive was the rushing wind sliding betwixt the window seals of journeying butterflies dipped in ink.
Surrounded they were by birds thrashing about in a performance with grand sonority aimed at pleasing a slumbering prince.

Connected to his dear friend, his hands became prismatically interwoven, holding the very same print.

Sprinkles of mustard dust swirled with black night, flushed into scarlet curves that drowned inside the reflective skin of emerald leaves.

They were one and the same.

Together they journeyed to the ocean, where, through keen magnification, they observed the condensation of a violet sunset cavorting, in blustered fervor, with thawed foliage and sunken clouds of white.

They wondered past caramel mushroom abodes, deers trapped in necking, phosphorescent trees and hospitable vines.
A world built upon the back of the collected musings of  the an emblazoned mind.

And as he grew, in him the elephant remained; a token of remembrance of all uncharted dreams and to the prodigious mastery that rests inside the thirsting veins of  not merely a Walter-Mitty, but a conjurer of immeasurable possibilities.

Be Happy!!!

July 7, 2013


2 THINGS: If it makes you happy, do it. If it doesn’t, then don’t.

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This poem is getting published in the Oxford Poetry Society Magazine, Ash in London.

 

Between the Gap

By:Magnolia

It’s that small whisper in-between the fog.

Wounds hushed by plush snow,

and woeful hearts melted through tepid strokes.

Light, right before the fade of dark.

Or fire seduced by adjacent streams.

It’s that closing of the gap as I near you.

Can you feel it?

The swaying hairs reaching from my arm.

Can you see it?

My swollen iris, lids double fluttering.

Or can you hear the wings of butterflies

pounding against captured air.

Long, rolling, syllables,

thinly spread upon a bed of silence;

begging to fill the space where you begin and I end.

And why is that as far as I’m allowed to get,

beside the respite of breath billowing between our lips?

I want to subsist inside the gap.

The difference of the two?

  A slight of hand,

a slit between being alive and merely breathing.

The Waltz

January 23, 2013

 

By:  Magnolia

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 I am the soil        And I the tree

 Together embraced, closely.

I am the wind      And I the leaves

Together we float careless and free.

I am the heart     And I the beat

Together we move quiet and discreet.

I am the pencil      And I the paper

Together we scribble the answer.

I am the bones     And I the skin

Together we build cover, beginning to end.

I am the door      And I  the knob

Together we absorb every throb.

I am the path     And I the water

Together we travel, paving next chapters

I’m the composer   And I the composition

Together creating melodies that grow and glisten.

I am the paint          And I your canvas

Together splashed and blended into the infinite planned for us.

I am the body    And I your bends

Together till the very end.

So when your color fades

and lines surround your eyes,

My lips will seal your heart with first loves reprise.

And when you are tiered,

I will be your awake

Forever in a waltz through love and heartache.

The breath to your lips, the sound to your silence,

The view to your window and the X to your spot;

We are but four eyes and one vision,

Percolated poetry, bound for eternity.

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I want to be knotted inside the braided vines of your heart.

Far away, inside the slowly moving wings of your relaxed beat,

Softly blowing between the clouds of your most intimate thoughts,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

And every morning awake to freshly squeezed strawberries dripping between the smiles of your fingers,

And to the bliss of your words dipped in honey, sliding off the sides of your tongue;

While being wrapped inside the rising warmth of your hungry skin,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

Late nights and flickering fires bleeding of clenched wax and heated thirst.

Cracked hearts, traveling hands, painted toes and arched necks, genuflecting behind exposed linen and closed curtains.

The whispers of wind between the window seal, the grazing of rose pedals against welcoming bones,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

Evaporated through the lips of pleased desires and stones muzzled in squeezed silence,

Through swaying emotions and tilted waters trapped in waltz;

And mixed between our minds, sweet cream and peppered dreams,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

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Is where I want my soul to rest.

                       

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present one of the most innovative and prestigious designers in the fashion industry today. Born on September 27th in Solo, Indonesia, Sapto studied fashion design & pattern making at L’Ecole Superieure des Art et Technique de la Mode, the first fashion school established in France. He also attended the International Fashion University in Indonesia, Esmond Jakarta.  His fashion designs boldly fuse surrealism and his cultural influences, creating sophisticated yet fiercely imaginative pieces. The beauty in Sapto’s fashion design brand, launched in 2007, is rooted in his artistic eye and passion to create illustrious designs that stand the test of time.

In 2009 Sapto, launched his highly acclaimed Ready-to-Wear Couture Fashion collection and in 2011 the Elle Style Award named him “Fashion Designer of the Year.” This past 2012 was a prequel of all the great things that are to come for Sapto this year  starting with an exclusive fashion spread of Sang Randeng Girah collection in dewi’s January issue; celebrities red carpet & event appearances in the designer’s dresses as well as a spread in Elle Indonesia December 2012 and an article in Marie Claire Indonesia October 2012. His latest Spring/ Summer 2013 designs are inspired by the Vatsu Vidya and were presented  at the Dewi Fashion Knights 2012 in Indonesia. His collections encompass ready-to-wear, haute couture, and bridal wear.

So, without further ado may I present, a look into the mind of fashion’s surrealistically bold designer, Sapto Djojokartiko

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Q & A
When you were  little what did you want to be?

A Lawyer

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What’s your favorite piece you’ve made?

A Dress

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What motivated you to fuse art and fashion to create some textured and creative designs?

To elabore the inspiration

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What is the longest you’ve spent on a project?

A year, when I create a flysioner collection on 2010 

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What art piece was the most fun to work on?

The shoe collection for the 2011-2012 couture collection

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What’s the latest project you are working on?

Ready to wear collection spring/summer 2013 

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What inspires you or initiates the inspiration that drives you?

Heritage 

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Do you have a process?   

Yes, example, watching traditional performing arts

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What has been your most recent muse?

Cate Blanchett

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My favorite accomplishments:

1. When i realized that i want to a designer 2. When i started the study in fashion 3. When i had my own brand

Favorite word:

 Twist

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Favorite thing in nature:

Cloudy sky

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One of your favorite fashion designers:

Cristobal Balenciaga

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One of your favorite books:

Bible

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One of your favorite artist:

Gustav Klimit

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One of  your movies:

The Prestige

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One of your favorite musicians:

 Chris Martin

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Favorite place to design:

Bedroom

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Favorite smell:

 Wood and Leather

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Favorite sound:

Violin

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Was there a time you felt like you were not going to be able to make a living off of being an designer?

No 

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What would you advice to others about pursuing their dreams based upon how you were able to manifest yours.

Consistency on what you doing

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 Favorite thing in nature:

Cloudy sky and antler

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Who/What inspires or moves you?

My culture,my heritage

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What’s one of your favorite quotes?

 Life is about choices

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“Spring/Summer 2013  collection inspired by Vastu Vidya, an architectural foundation and outline with the philospohy that architecture is not just any architecture but it is created to give linear alignment to all aspects of life. The collection were detailed with beading and cut out details that are influenced by the relief, texture and sculpture commonly found on dwelling created with the Vastu Vidya belief.”

Courtesy of Sapto Djojokartiko

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For More: Spring/Summer 2013  collection inspired by Vastu Vidya

Spring/Summer 2013 collection on Dewi Magazine January 2013.

Dewi magazine January 2013
Photographer: Davy Linggar.
Stylist: Aldi Indrajaya
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Kate Talanova in Sapto Djojokartiko by Nicoline Patricia Malina for Le Mariage Indonesia.

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Sapto Djojokartiko Ready to Wear 2012-2013 gold beads and sequins necklaces and belts.

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Thank you Sapto for the interview & for adding a VA Va Voomm to the Fashion World.

*Picture This*

January 17, 2011

Listen -Look – Relax

 

 Dreaming    By: Peter Przybille 

Alaskan Husky Tex dreaming in the landscape of Northern Norway

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sunbeam
By:EricBuilt in England in the 1860

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

Andy Glass

      

                                              Santorini, Greece – By Jim Nilsen        

  

Falltuer

 

Falling Up- By: Nikki Jane  

 

The Endpoint
By Jeannette Oerlemans

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Song of Tide
By Wira Nurmansyah

Indonesia 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ink Sea
By Hermin Abramovitch

 

Fan’s Eye
A macro shot by LauHi

 

Ant, The Driver
By Raphael Guarino

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Purple Leaf
By Juliet Heins- National Geographic

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alin Ciortea

 

 

Sky -By Venkane

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here Floats a Bubble in the Air  –  By D_oracle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn in Red 

 

By Shazeen Samad

 

 

Bird and Water

 

  

By  R.See 

  

 Eye

 

 

 Path

 

Two Legs – By Peter Grant