Currently in stress mode, I’ve watched five documentaries (in a row) concerning human transformations, mental disorders and tortured genius. I thought I’d feel better about my life, but instead I’ve had too many Philip K Dick realizations in a night for one girl to deal with.

Obviously needing a change of air, I turned to some other girls instead. Oh hello, 2:54.

A new act I love, straight out of London. They have a lovely ability to do tenacious and languid at the same. Such a graceful amalgamation.