deftly avoiding past aesthetic horrors, the effulgent cypriot has produced, with the help of szymon the pollock, a bewitching bit of tastefully stitched time-accelerated stills from his back yard. watch it. it makes you want to shimmy. then, when you realize he took a single photograph every minute for, like, hours … it makes you want to work the crick out of your neck.
why post it? because it’s my blog. also: who am i to levy spelling criticism at a pollock and a cypriot? mostly, i think i like the music. and so: “my lilly”