Finely traced, I paint to see my past

I am really in no mood to write anything today, but I have been listening to this album repeatedly for the last few days and this is how I feel right now. It figures this sort of music would come from the home of Søren Kierkegaard (I love him, too). More on Our Broken Garden and the haunting Anna Brønsted later, as well as something more substantial tomorrow. For now, look at this seriously sexy coat by Vivienne Westwood and then watch the video for the title track from Our Broken Garden’s debut LP.