Today's keywords were given to us by Yasmin, a Bob Dylan fancier, purveyor of modern post-folk culture, main force in the Seoul based hipster hunting project and important supporting character in the story of my life who is due to make a long-awaited cameo quite soon.
I've actually been thinking about tattoos quite a bit recently. Inspired by Yasmin's tattoo of an obscure literary reference, I've been thinking about getting my own. It has to be more obscure than hers though. When I think seriously about something I usually just go straight to a Tumblr search because my attention span is too short for Google. On Tumblr I skip through reams of thinspiration photos, hair shots, Glee GIFS and photos of dudes in their dorm bathrooms laughing at something together until I find what I'm looking for. This is how I found my treasured collection of people with animal heads. Any publishing companies interested in that can contact me via the below email address.
Now I have to talk about harmonicas. To be honest, I'm a bit reluctant to write about harmonicas and as you can see I have made no attempt to link that idea with the one about tattoos. The only way I can think to do it is by writing about Bob Dylan and I don't really want to give him that satisfaction. If you ask me, he lost his right to be in focus on my blog when he blocked all his videos on Youtube. As if by allowing people to listen to his music for free is going to somehow rob him of his fancy cowboy hats and gold-plated cuban heels. So no quips about harmonicas on this blog. What of that? If Bob can be a diva then so can I.
Yasmin's last keyword was merlot and since it's been far too hot recently to even think about drinking murky liquid even if it is for research purposes, I asked my stylish assistant about her thoughts. Instantly she guessed who the keywords came from. It's true, Yasmin really is all about tattoos, harmonicas and merlot. People who don't know Yasmin will be imagining a heavily inked busker, trussed up with drums on her back and cymbals on her spurs so she plays music when she walks. She has red wine lip every day of the week, in fact it's tattooed on. Because of all the percussion items on her clothing she is going to have trouble getting on the plane to Australia so is currently seeking special written permission from the government.
None of this is even close to reality. In truth, Yasmin only plays one instrument. Below is a picture of her walking down Brunswick Street in Melbourne.
If nobody emails us this week with three keywords we will have to think of our own and they will be really boring probably. You'd better email us on showmeyourswagger@gmail.com.
