Lindisfarne by James Blake.

Back in December I saw James Blake live, I don't know wherever it was due to certain substances or not, but everything felt electric during the set. 

Confusion is the best form of communication, it's left to be unexplained.

I've been so busy recently and my online activity has certainly suffered. However I've had a wonderful few weeks, I've nearly finished unpacking and everything is falling into place around me. I feel so motivated and inspired already. Not so long ago I was on route to No Limits Film Festival in Sheffield to make a documentary, I had the most brilliant time. I was introduced to Marc Price, who made Colin a feature film on the budget of £45 which went on to be shown at Cannes Film Festival, he was so interesting to talk to, especially after a few drinks at the nearby pub where I charged my camera batteries. After a long day we walked down to set up for Cinema in the Park which was so lovely. The projector was powered by bicycles, so volunteers had to continuously pedal to keep the movie going, it was a free public event and so many people turned up. There was candlelit lanterns everywhere and a stall selling cupcakes, it was a really nice atmosphere. Anyway, I'll be shall begin regular blogging one day soon, once every cardboard box is empty.

Elle Fanning in Rodarte's The Curve of Forgotten Things.