>>1787357
Каждый раз что-то проебывается. Традиции надо соблюдать.

>>1787364
Хули тогда не перекатил, мудила ебаная? 530 постов уже.

Омайонезил.

>>1787380
Ну вот пока ты смотрел че там у хохлов/кацапов, перекат чуть не проебался. В сложившейся чрезвычайной ситуации я вынужден был действовать твердо и четко.

>>1787402
Скорей бы новый трек с этим классным длинноволосым парнем! И чёрным ещё!

>>1787426
Я забыл, отъебись.

>>1787428
Это другой черный, по-моему. Хотя какая разница, шо то нигер, шо это.

>>1787430
А потом такие как ты хотят познакомиться с Клэр. Зачем ты ей нужен, если забываешь такие важные детали в перекате?

>>1787436
Это тот. У него на майке написано.

>>1787956
бухаю как сучара

>>1787978
Один русский унтер ей шапку подарил, другой руку пожал.
А вы все сидите на двачах и писюна тилибонькаете.

>>1787994
Как будто я могу что-то сделать.

>>1787978
Он еще и гей кстати.

>>1788033
Откуда инфа?

>>1788038
Твиттер его поскролль.

>>1788000
Как быстрее отдать душу? Выпилиться? опишите способ

>>1788043
Лол, блядь, пост про него удалили с GrimezszDaily

>>1788056
Так видео же выпилили.

>>1788053
Трипл+дабл=пентаграмма ВСЁ СХОДИТСЯ

https://twitter.com/Grimezsz/status/694779811634348032
Вот теперь у меня жопа действительно горит.

>>1788073
Блять, ну сходи сделай такое тату, напиши ей твит и сфоткайся на концерте. Вас послушать, так это блять невероятное что то.

>>1788095
Толсто

>>1788033
>>1788043
https://twitter.com/romasLD/status/658404715634499588

>>1787399
Ох эти ноздрюшечки :3

>>1788063
Все видосы с Батерфляй выпилили, так же как до этого с Аве Марией, топ кек просто.

>>1788121
Непонятно Аве Марию почему. Разве у кого-то есть права на этот кавер?

>>1788123
YES. Come to London on 10th march

>>1788109
Подружка.

>>1788148
how want

>>1787421
Есть такая вероятность :3

>>1788159
go too bad, aidar

Следующий тред обязан быть для мечтателей и воображуль

>>1788341
А с этим что не так?

Почти 50 лучших тредиков уже, с ума сойти! Освятил самой красивой парой ❤ ❤ ❤

>>1788404
>>1788341
Понятно теперь.

>>1788000
Принес в жертву крышу

>>1788441
Не будешь просыпаться - не сможешь граймсоваться.

>>1788498
Учи визу и получай англюсик

Вам всем надо перестать думать о ней, как о романтическом/сексуальном объекте и начать смотреть на нее как на источник жизненного вдохновения.

>>1788525
Не знаю, никогда в этом плане о ней не думал. Мне нравится ее инфантильность, беззаботность и музыка естественно.

>>1788526
Bassnectar смог без акапеллы, и ты сможешь.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=typGOuhRt3Y

>>1788520
Не смей ломать мой мир, гандон.

Ромка смог - и ты сможешь, анон!

>>1788364
С этим все хорошо. Просто следующий хочется, чтобы был полон паст от местных анонов

>>1788417
Чего тебе понятно. Я не тот, кто постит ханну

>>1788620
Или музыки. Вообще любого ориджинал контента.

>>1788635
Точно

>>1788630
Да я понял, что тред должен быть полон паст, потому что 50-й. Милая писечка-Ханочка тут не при чём.

>>1788635
Всё проебём, как обычно. Можешь скринить.

>>1788648
Ты тот анон, которого я отправил сюда?

>>1788648
Тебя наебали. Тут одни фаги сидят, которые не умеют конструктивно мыслить.

>>1788635
Ремиксы от анончика? Выбираем лучший и засылаем ей в твиттер на восьмое марта!

>>1788662
Зато знают факты о няшечке

>>1788654
Я знаю. Но мечтать не вредно.

>>1788662
А ты откуда здесь?

>>1788648
Ну у нее сложная и запутанная биография. Что конкретно тебя интересует?

>>1788668
Фаги не будут осквернять творчество богини говноремиксами.

>>1788648
В прошлых тредах сто раз эти темы обсасывались. Я бы всё написал, но голова болит очень. Можешь архивач почитать.

>>1788658
Таки да.
>>1788687
Хотя бы эти пункты, да любые стори сгодятся, интересно же.

>>1788681
Я тоже фаг.

>>1788697
Почитай архивач, там оче много интересного.

>>1788716
Все 50 тредов? Ты че ебнулся? Да там больше 80% треда состоит из сообщений типо - Клер мой цветочик, Любою Клер, как же мне плохо. А остальные 20% это тупо срач.

>>1788697
>Хотя бы эти пункты, да любые стори сгодятся, интересно же.
Ну там такие пункты, что я заебусь писать.
Почитай/посмотри интервью, например
http://www.thefader.com/2015/07/28/grimes-cover-story-interview
https://nowtoronto.com/music/features/grimes/

>>1788698
Грубый фаг

>>1788739
Почти вся информация есть была на реддите. Удаленный пост, хуй знает как его восстановить. Если сможешь его прочитать - всё поймёшь.
https://www.reddit.com/r/Grimes/comments/44g6ok/anyone_else_bought_the_geidi_primes_vinyl/

>>1788772
Если вбросишь сюда - я переведу для тебя

>>1788772
>>1788776
Это я говорил про удаленный пост с реддита.
>>1788776 -кун

>>1788648
Нравится у нас?

>>1788784
Не знаю, но у меня нету синдрома двачера засирать всё. Так что ко всему отношусь спокойно кроме анимэ

>>1788808
Grimes In Reality
Cover story: Grimes started as a fantasy project, then became too real. Now Claire Boucher is taking back control and showing the world that pop stars can be producers too.
By EMILIE FRIEDLANDER Photographer BEN GRIEME
Grimes In Reality
Claire Boucher is behind the wheel of her white Ford hybrid, talking faster than we’re moving through space. There’s a faint ring of blue around her hairline—lingering make-up from an eight-hour photo shoot in Hollywood this morning—and her acrylic fingernails are clicking lightly against the car’s touchscreen, fussing with the levels of bass, treble, and mids. The plan had been for her to play me her still-untitled, three-years-in-the-making fourth LP in the car, but now, driving down Melrose Avenue in Los Angeles, she seems reluctant to let any of it play for more than 10 seconds at a time. “It just sounds so tinny in here!” she exclaims, repeatedly raising and then completely lowering the volume on a guitar-studded power-punk anthem called “Flesh Without Blood.” “They told me I’m not supposed to play all the songs. I hired these people to help me not fuck up with the press. Fuck! I just really want to play you these songs.”
Boucher, 27, is referring to Roc Nation, the Jay Z-helmed management company she signed on with in December 2013. She announced the affiliation with a Tumblr photo of her tattooed hands throwing up the Roc: “I’ve joined the x men,” the caption explained. There seemed to be a little bit of truth to that. Just a few years after its scrappy beginnings in the Montreal DIY scene, her conceptual pop project Grimes had landed Boucher on the brink of stardom, with a Billboard-charting, multiple-year-end-list-topping album in her 2012 breakout, Visions, plus fashion cosigns from Karl Lagerfeld and Alexander McQueen, among a dozen other big names, and the sort of fanatical cult following best measured by the scores of lovingly hand-drawn fan portraits she uploads to her Tumblr. There was certainly something superhero-like in her ability to pen charmingly off-kilter, globetrotting pop songs using rudimentary tools (she recorded Visions using Garageband)—and, as the budgets grew bigger and video treatments more involved, in the aesthetics of the Grimes character herself, which seemed to draw on an eclectic mix of heroes and antiheroes, from the 11th century polymath Hildegard Von Bingen to Marilyn Manson and Sailor Moon.
Today, though, riding on just three hours of sleep, she seems a little nervous, a little distracted. She spent the past week making a foray into professional acting that she can’t tell me very much about, and she only has a few weeks left to finish the new record, which is slated to drop this October on 4AD. In a T-shirt and shorts, her home-dyed hair piled into a scraggly white, green, and purple bun, she’s hardly recognizable as the formidable heroine triumphantly raising a sword to the sky in the video for Visions single “Genesis.” For one thing, she doesn’t really know her way around Los Angeles yet. Following six months of self-imposed exile in the mountains of Squamish, a coastal region of British Columbia, and some time in Vancouver, she and boyfriend James Brooks, whose own musical projects include Elite Gymnastics and Default Genders, relocated to L.A. just this past September. “I got to a place where I didn’t need to run away from the entertainment industry anymore,” she says of the move. “I just had to do that to make sure I could get to a place psychologically where I wouldn’t go insane.”
Grimes In Reality Grimes In Reality
Boucher has lived in town long enough to have a favorite take-out spot, but not long enough to name a sit-down restaurant where she might hold a quiet conversation with a journalist. So we head to an Italian restaurant her publicist recommended. It turns out she’s also relatively new to driving—too new, I soon learn, to fiddle with the car stereo without accidentally driving a couple miles in the wrong direction, only narrowly avoiding a minor fender-bender while abruptly pulling into a turning lane. As we wait for the light to change to green, I comment to Boucher that driving in Los Angeles seems terrifying. “It’s not that bad,” she replies, swinging us into a side street so we can drive back the other way. “It feels good getting control of it.”
Like many studio rats, Boucher says navigating daily life can sometimes be a challenge. “It’s important to be cognizant of making sure that you eat every day, and eat enough food, and sleep at night,” she will tell me later, speaking of the athletic recording schedule she’s been keeping for the new album, which sees her pulling 12 to 16-hour studio shifts at a time. “[Remembering to take care of myself] sounds really basic, but for me, it’s not basic.” This morning, Boucher emerged from the studio wearing a brace over her right ankle—a sprain from jumping off a riser during her recent cross-country tour with Lana Del Rey, another seasoned architect of seductive, fictional worlds. Her ankle isn’t the only thing that has made the last few weeks of recording a test of endurance. Occasionally, during our time together, Boucher frowns and clutches her abdomen, plagued by a chronic stomach ailment she says has forced her to subsist almost exclusively on a diet of vegan burritos and spaghetti.
This March, Boucher released “REALiti,” a gauzy power ballad that seemed to grapple explicitly with the trials of daily existence, even as the neon-colored video, shot during a recent tour in Asia, showed Boucher leaping, twirling, and air-boxing her way through life: Oh, baby, every morning there are mountains to climb/ Taking all my time/ Oh, when I get up, this is what I see/ Welcome to reality. With its playful handclaps and crunchy synths, the song seemed like something of a return to form after 2014’s “Go,” a pounding, EDM-inspired club tune that she’d penned with Kansas City-born producer and longtime best friend Mike Tucker, aka Blood Diamonds, as part of mysterious songwriting project for Rihanna. The pop star didn’t end up using “Go,” so they released it as a surprise. But according to a New York Times interview from September 2014, the song “upset” a lot of Grimes fans: “Everybody was like, ‘Oh, Grimes is pandering to the radio,’” she explained. But the article’s subsequent revelation that Boucher had scrapped the long-awaited new solo album she’d been working on, while true, got misreported in the slapdash music blog headlines that followed, leading many to believe that she had tossed the LP because of negative responses to “Go,” even though the song had never been intended for the new record to begin with.
“It wasn’t so much a scrapped album,” Boucher tells me. “It was just [songs] that didn’t make it onto this album. Basically, I was doing a bunch of stuff, and maybe a bit before ‘Go,’ I was like, ‘You know, my life is getting a lot better. I’m going to put all this stuff on a hard drive and start again. There were just hundreds of songs—on this album that I’m making now, there’s at least a hundred songs that won’t make it onto this. I think all musicians have songs that don’t make it onto records.”
Grimes In Reality
While Visions wasn’t Grimes’ first album, it was the first to find widespread acclaim, giving the delay between that 2012 success and her announcement this past March that a follow-up was on the way the appearance of a sophomore slump. Still, Boucher says that starting over was worth it. “Everything I made after that was 10 times better,” she says, explaining that the extra time gave her room to expand upon the electronic palette that Grimes had become known for and mine the ’90s rock and punk and nu-metal that soundtracked her adolescence. “I want people to feel, if they’re buying something, like I put my heart and soul into it and I improved myself as a person and a writer.” Boucher recorded and self-engineered every instrument on the new album herself, including guitar, drums, keys, ukulele, and violin—but she had to learn how to play them first, in addition to mastering a whole new battery of production programs and learning how to mic her own vocals. (On one track, she used the very same tube condenser mic that Taylor Swift did to record Red, a fact that Boucher, a longtime fan of the country-star-turned-pop-idol, cites with pride).
The “Go” misunderstanding still bothers Boucher, though, as do the many misunderstandings that came before, especially the ones that cast doubt upon her total and categorical authorship of her own work. Boucher’s Tumblr, beyond functioning as a kind of perpetually in-progress moodboard for the Grimes project—a hodgepodge of anime, cute animal pics, female pop divas, and mist-covered East Asian mountain ranges—logs the successive disappointments and controversies she’s experienced as a public figure, mostly at the hands of the same volatile internet that powered her rise. An entry dated April 23, 2013, when she was living in Squamish, lists several of them: “i dont want my words to be taken out of context. i dont want to be infantilized because i refuse to be sexualized […] im tired of the weird insistence that i need a band or i need to work with outside producers […] im tired of being considered vapid for liking pop music or caring about fashion as if these things inherently lack substance.”
That’s the other thing that makes the Grimes character something of a superhero figure: Boucher can’t seem to stop speaking out against the things that upset her, even as her earnestness frequently backfires against her. Whether she’s talking about the environmental perils of plastic bottles or explaining her reasons for declining the ALS ice bucket challenge (partly because she didn’t want to waste water in the midst of a California drought), even her non-music posts become fodder for music blogs. In February 2013, after Pitchfork recycled yet another of her Tumblr updates as a news story, she posted a follow-up to her original post: “my tumblr is not a news source [...] i dont like it when what i say on here is taken out of context and posted elsewhere. its not a story and its not an official statement.” Then she deleted most of the posts on her Tumblr, and Pitchfork ran a news update about that.

>>1788814
"I think the real world was always just this thing I had to deal with, and then Grimes could be a thing which was how I wished it was."
A couple days in Boucher’s orbit, though, makes it easy to see why even the most well-intentioned journalist might have trouble getting her story straight. When you ask her about her childhood in Vancouver, or the time she spent touring the world following Visions, the gaps resonate just as loudly as her words—doubtless the product of her not wanting to “get into a situation,” to quote a phrase she frequently uses when she’s venturing into territory she perceives as dangerous. Formative career moments—like the first time she heard Mariah Carey and realized she wanted to make pop music—shuffle a few years forward or backward in her timeline, depending on the conversation. Long stretches of her biography fall prey to the sort of forgetting that comes with processing life’s hard knocks: “I think I, like, blacked out just a lot of that time in my life,” she says of the last few years she spent in Montreal. “It was really fucking awful.” Boucher peppers words like “insane” and “nervous breakdown” so liberally throughout her accounts that it’s hard to tell if she’s speaking literally or just talking the way she talks.
Partly because of the way she narrates it, it’s the larger-than-life aspects of Boucher’s story that stand out most: the French-Canadian grandfather who taught her how to shoot a rifle when she was in elementary school; the strict, hyper-athletic family that counts Olympian ice-dancers in its ranks; the Catholic schooling, and the years of pre-professional ballet training, and the locker hall bullies. A Wiccan phase in seventh grade petered out after she “got cursed”: “I was casting a spell, but the rosary crumbled in my hands, and it was really scary,” Boucher remembers. Ballet training ground to a halt when she showed up to class one day with a shaved head: “I think at some point in grade eight, I started smoking pot. I was just listening to System of a Down. I would show up to ballet, and all the kids would make fun of me, and no matter where I went everyone thought I was insane, so I was just, like, ‘I cannot be here. I have to do something so I cannot be forced to do this anymore.’” By the end of high school, these same contradictory impulses—the rigorous self-discipline of an art-form like ballet, combined with a longing for escape—would surface again in her projected career path. Boucher matriculated to McGill University in Montreal in 2006, thinking she was going to be an astrophysicist.
That didn’t end up happening, though the course load she tasked herself with was probably no less ambitious: a double major in philosophy and “the science side of psychology,” with minors in Russian language and a field called electro-acoustics, a realm of neuroscience concerned with the way the brain processes noise. “We did, like, psycho-physics and shit,” says Boucher. “I never took calculus, and you [were supposed] to take calculus to get in, so I constantly had to be teaching myself calculus behind the class. I mostly just tried to prove that I could.”
In retrospect, her attraction to mathematical problem-solving seems to foreshadow her present-day preoccupation with the technical aspects of music production. Still, science’s allure wasn’t strong enough to keep her on track for a career in brain research, especially after the summer of her junior year, when she left Montreal with a friend to live on a houseboat on the Mississippi River. The story, she says, was wildly blown out of proportion by the handful of local newspapers that picked it up at the time, though some of the finer details were true: “We did actually have chickens, but we gave them away because it’s not nice to bring chickens on a boat,” she says. “And then we had some ducks, but they escaped. Ach! I shouldn’t say this. We didn’t have a typewriter, and we weren’t trying to do Huck Finn. The main thing that’s true is the potatoes. We had lots of sacks of potatoes, but that’s not that weird.” Eventually, the cops caught up with them, and the boat was impounded.
Looking back, Boucher says this surreal interlude in her biography was probably partly a way of coping with some of the harsher realities of her life in Montreal: “a shitty job postering in sub-zero weather”; a breakup with longtime boyfriend Devon Welsh, who’d go on to have a recording career himself, as indie singer-songwriter Majical Cloudz. Perhaps most painfully of all, she’d experienced the deaths of two friends in the span of one year. One of them was David Peet, a fellow Vancouver transplant she’d met frequenting the city’s punk and industrial circuit as a teen, who’d recently moved to Montreal and opened the DIY venue Lab Synthèse with Sebastian Cowan, another pal of Boucher’s from growing up, and some other friends. Boucher lived a block away from the Mile-End district warehouse that housed the space, and she occasionally worked the door there. Before Peet tragically committed suicide in March 2008, he and Boucher had been thinking about starting a band together.
Grimes In Reality
Boucher says that she cannot recall the year when she first started sketching rudimentary songs out on her laptop—only that she started taking music a lot more seriously following Peet’s death. “After that, I was like, I guess I should probably try doing this by myself,” she remembers. “I mean, it seemed wrong not to. It seemed it would be a failure to a person, I guess.” She set to work home-recording her first two albums as Grimes: Geidi Primes, an 11-track collection of dreamy, looping freak-folk inspired in name and subject matter by Frank Herbert’s 1965 science-fiction novel Dune; and Halfaxa, which provided glimpses of the stronger melodic backbone and heavily multi-tracked vocals she’d later expand upon with Visions. Both albums came out in 2010, via Montreal’s Arbutus Records, the scene-defining, bizarro-pop label that Seb Cowan started after a series of police visits led Lab Synthèse to close its doors, in November of 2009. (Until October 2012, about a year before she signed with Roc Nation, Cowan would also be her manager.) After being put on academic probation for a string of absences, she dropped out of school in early 2011.
Around the time she released the homegrown clip for “Vanessa”—a poppy, angelic-sounding single from a 2011 split release with Montreal musician d’Eon that would become her first real breakout track—the idea of a “fake pop star” would emerge: Grimes as a fictional character played by Boucher, crooning songs that the real-life Boucher had written for her to sing. “I didn’t want to be a pop star—I wanted to be like Phil Spector,” she says, pointing to her natural shyness. “I wanted to be the person behind the scenes who no one ever had to look at—who just could be crazy and be a genius and have a performer fulfill their creative wishes. But that wasn’t possible, so I just had to do it myself.”
As far as creation stories go, there couldn’t be a more colorful one than the widely mythologized tale about the making of Visions, which she recorded during an extended, nearly sleepless Adderall binge inside her Montreal apartment, racing against a last-minute deadline. “It was, like, less than a month, but basically I did lock myself in a room,” Boucher tells me, for clarification’s sake. “I did do a lot of drugs. And I did not eat very much. And I blacked out the windows. But I also did sleep at times, and [former Arbutus employee] Marilis [Cardinal] brought me food and Devon [Walsh] brought me food and [local musician Matthew] Duffy came and visited me,” she says.
Years out from the experience, she says she’s past the period in her life where she’d willfully put herself through such ascetic extremes: “It’s not good to do. I’d probably die if I tried to do that again. It’s really bad for your heart, it’s bad for your mind, and it’s bad for your soul. Great moments of clarity came when I was not high.” Still, those ecstatic, quasi-religious transports remain key to her creative process, which, she says, is “halfway really intellectual and mathematical and halfway going so deep in my head that I just black out and don’t remember what I did.” When I ask her how one might get into that zone without drugs, she smiles. “I don’t know how to make this not sound insane,” she says, but “I guess you just have to get close to God.”
Visions sounded like a revelation too—when it came out at the top of 2012, as a joint release on 4AD and Arbutus, Boucher was entering a music industry in transition. For the first time in history, quirky bedroom musicians with nonexistent support teams were becoming viral sensations overnight, thanks to low-cost production software and the ability to connect with fans online. With its curiously pitched vocals, off-kilter club beats, and ecstatic pop climaxes, Visions felt like the sound of a generation of scrappy upstarts sort of figuring out how to make pop music as they went along. As glowing reviews rolled in and Boucher’s star rose, Grimes seemed to incarnate the heretofore impossible paradox of a DIY pop star—not just because she was becoming famous with music that sounded “weird,” but also because she’d honed every aspect of the project, from the vocals and the beats to the home-grown clothes and haircuts, entirely herself.
“I think she’s the patron saint of this generation, where everything’s possible,” Tucker explains to me over coffee. The internet has been kind to him too: after getting his own start on the DIY circuit, he’s currently a producer for the likes of Katy Perry and the K-pop star CL, as well as a protégé of Skrillex.

>>1788808
Мог бы просто скриншот сделать. Засрал мне тред, блять.

>>1788826
Нахуй ты притащил это? Нужен пост с реддита а не все её интервью.
Алсо, как ты вообще её слушаешь, если не можешь в англюсик, м?

>>1788822
Относись к этому как к небольшому разнообразию в ваших фоточках мимимиклер.

>>1788833
Разные, высоты слушать, надо понимать о чем песня?

>>1788849
Так я уже читал это. Для меня это не разнообразие.
>>1788841
Видишь DELETED? Вот под этой хуйнёй ответы на все твои вопросы.

>>1788853
>надо понимать о чем песня
Опционально.

>>1788841
>Беру и слушаю, текст то и не нужен
Внезапно граймчую. Какая разница, что именно она там поет.

>>1788860
Но не обязательно

Никто тебе ничего не расскажет, у всех разрозненная знания из разных интервью и обсуждений в тредах. Никакой общей биографии нет, все знают понемногу. Хочешь знать больше, но не знаешь ингриша - сиди в тредах, кто нибудь иногда переводит отрывки из интервью.

Или пиздуй в архивач

>>1788868
Что такое?

Ещё бы хотелось вот это перевести.

>>1788868
А ты прям синхронный переводчик?

>>1788880
this

>>1788868
Вангую что две трети текст абстрактная куйня понятная только гримухе.

>>1788877
Нет, часто читаю lyrics. Даже носители иногда не понимают что она там поёт, куда уж руснявому быдлу.

>>1788868
Я и интервью ее смотрел, по сути ничего не понимая.
Вообще похуй что она там говорит, на нее часами просто так можно смотреть.

>>1788870
Я вкинул, может кто переведёт.

>>1788896
Это был не мой реквест. Я и так все знаю.

>>1788888
А, я тоже читаю тест песни. Я думал, что ты прямо сразу слова на слух переводишь

>>1788900
Быстро рассказывай всё что знаешь.

>>1788904
опять ты
гримуха
ГРИМУХА

>>1788906
VSYO

>>1788890
И слушать её мягкий голосок в интервью

Самое главное что нужно знать - Хана ее девушка, но они это от всех скрывают, прикрываясь наемными актерами :3

>>1788917
вот етого двачую!!!!

>>1788912
Клэр, Клэрушка, Граймс, Лапочка

>>1788917
Как думаете, получится ли у меня с ними шведская семья?

Кароч понятно)))0 пойду в музач или не пойду

>>1788927
Для этого тебе нужно быть трансгендерным бодипозитивщиком евреем.

>>1788929
Без англюсика вообще не еби себе мозг срсли, просто слушай музяку и не парься

>>1788929
Оставайся, няша и начинай фажить

>>1788931
Евреем это уже лишнее

>>1788940
Поссал на антисемита.

>>1788906
Я тебе уже ответил на музаче.

>>1788948
Но я же не говорил, что ненавижу евреев

>>1788978
i can feel it

>>1789014
Что это?

Почему она более не носит то маленькое черное платье?

>>1789020
>>1789020
подмыха гримухи

>>1788520
Дешевый плебейский скептицизм, и ничего больше.

>>1789028
Почему такое маленькое? Зачем еще одна фотка сверху?

>>1789053
>граймчиха

>>1789053
гримес норм

>>1789053
>Клер

>>1789069
>Эклер

Она сидит на чём то? Вообще много упарывалась?

И кстати второй альбом хоть кому нибудь нравится?

>>1789068
Никак. Она бы никогда не снилась бы в кино про ЦИСгендерного мужика, где он защищает женщину, а сама женщина показана слабой и неспособной. А ещё фильм promotes violence, а она против такого.

>>1789077
Раньше было дело. Когда создавала шедевр: Visions, в крови было критическое количество амфетамина

>>1789086
Зато это герой с большой буквы.

>>1789077
Мет, амф, кокс, трава, таблетки короче говоря все, кроме герыча.

>>1789086
Да не заворачивается она по поводу цис не цис. Она не настолько упоротая феминистка

>>1789099
>Мет
>кокс

А пруфануть смогешь?

>>1789099
Кокаина же не было, были спиды

>>1789107
А феминистки бывают разные? Вот это новость!

>>1789098
риал хуман))0
>>1789086
>ещё фильм promotes violence, а она против такого.
Согласен с ней, что-то драйв слишком жестоким получился. Хотя могу спокойно смотреть всяких игиловцев которые играют с пленными в вордс оф танк, а вот в кино терпеть не могу.

>>1789112
Про кокаин этот тебе пиздит. А на мете она 3 недели сидела, пока третий альбом делала

>>1789102
Но мне не нравится он. Что самое странное больше всего мне доставляет интро на АА.

>>1789122
>А на мете она 3 недели сидела
На амфетамине, но не на мете.

>>1788916
Там хуйня написана. Например про be a body там не написано то, что надо.

>>1789113
Всё ровно плохая девочка. А в данный момент сейчас как к наркотикам относится?

>>1789120
Ну нихуя себе. Смотреть на реальную боль/смерть человека можешь, а на художественный вымысел - нет. Это как?

>>1789133
Не употребляет. Говорит, что слишком много друзей потеряла из-за наркоты

>>1789135
>реальная боль
имплаинг ИГИЛ - это не фейковый проект пендосов, чтобы сливать ещё больше бюджета в военную сферу

>>1789144
> Не употребляет.

Шмаль таки курит, что и не скрывает.

>>1789170
Будто что-то плохое, в Канаде это давно легализовано.

>>1789156
Но людей все-таки изощрено сливают

>>1789170
Когда курит?

>>1789218
По четвергам

>>1789218
> Когда курит?

Иногда.

>>1789264
Из калифорнии?

>>1789279
> @Grimezsz is the face of Stella McCartney's new perfume

>>1789264
Она в машине сидит?

>>1789293
Ну эта точно не из клипа.

Нахуй вы тут ещё пишите?

>>1789318
Вот эта из клипа.

>>1789320
Эта нет.

>>1789342
Нет. Я фаг.

>>1789358
:(

>>1789358
Скрыл.

>>1789358
Че за тян справа?

>>1789358
Что это

>>1789373
Хуй его знает. Опять какой-нибудь русский Рома

>>1789384
Да вроде он и есть.

>>1789368
>>1789366
А что такого-то? Сквозь капешон же.

>>1789387
Не завидуй, лох. Это "чудо" было ближе к Клэр, чем ты когда-либо будешь.

>>1789304
Нет, на песке. СЛЕПОЙ ЧТО ЛИ СУКА?

>>1789264
А че у нее голова дымытся))))

>>1789404
От вычислений

>>1789404
Пытается понять, почему она до сих пор не со мной.

>>1789414
Мда, то самое чувство, когда левая баба симпатичней, чем Граймс.

>>1789427
Даун, ты что в Париже?

>>1789428
А мальчик тебе нравится?
>>1789431
Конечно

http://diymag.com/2016/03/04/grimes-is-a-genius-cover-feature-diy
Кто тут у нас переводчик?

>>1789437
Суп пили или пиздабол

>>1789446
Как мне его запилить?

>>1789447
Покажи фак на фоне Граймс.

>>1789465
проиграно

>>1789465
сук)))

>>1789460
Ы старый сет же. А фотку впервые вижу

Вот вам немного инсайд инфа от организаторов.

>Grimes was supposed to play a show at my co-op 2 or 3 years back during SXSW. She showed up rolling face and drunk af. She could barely stand up at first, and once she cleaned up a litttle, she spent the whole time standing at the back of the stage making out with some Australian dude (people said he was famous but idk who he was) while Japanther rocked out. All in all not a disappointing night, but seriously Grimes to step up her professionalism game. She seriously showed up to a gig super fucked up, spent the whole night on stage, and didn't perform one fucking song.

Интересно, кем был тот Australian dude?

>>1789482
Не верю.

>>1789488
Это давно было.

>>1789490
http://boards.4chan.org/mu/thread/63069092

>>1789495
Блять, лол. Что и требовалось доказать: >>1789502

>>1789502
>>1789499
Ну хз. Звучит реалистично. Вполне она.

>>1789481
Зубочистку?

>>1789520
А что такого? Думаешь она не любила выпить? Щас она намного профессиональней себя ведёт.

>>1789531
Ну не до такой же сепени, чтобы наебениться и еле стоять на ногах.

>>1789538
Ну это 3 года назад было, тогда она не была так популярна, как сейчас.

>>1789543
Все равно не верю.

>>1789551
Может и пиздабольство. Но впринцепе я могу представить ту ситуацию.

>>1789511
Миленький граймчёночек

>>1788917
Да это же Мононоке! Обожаю этот фильм.

>>1789542
PIZDARIQUE

>>1789481
> Статью тебе перевести? А хуй тебе.
Да и нахуй ты нужен.

Перлы она конечно выдает просто атас
> “People think… she must want attention so much, and it’s like, no,” she continues, start-stopping sentences. “I feel really disassociated when my hair’s a normal colour, shit like that. Shows are still a nightmare for me,” she admits.

> “When I made ‘Visions’,” she laughs, “I thought it was my sell-out Britney pop moment! I didn’t think it would succeed, either. I remember A/B-ing [comparing sound quality] with a Britney song, and being like, ‘this is just totally as good as this Britney song, I’m so great!’” she remembers, visibly amused.

> “It’s weird to me that people think ‘Art Angels’ is a poppier thing, because in terms of the actual process, I was trying so much harder to make pop music when I made ‘Visions,’” she says. “I was actively trying to make pop music when I made ‘Visions’. With ‘Art Angels,’ I wasn’t.”

> “To me, [‘Art Angels’ is] an emo rock record,” Grimes says, changing tact entirely seriously. “I was listening to Queen and Bowie, My Chemical Romance, Le Tigre,“ she lists “and I thought people might think it was my rock record. I was so confused by the response.”

Все я решился. Я нажрался вина и щас отправлю Клэр в Твитер фотку своего хуя с надписью на хуе Hello from Russia

>>1789598
Лол, даже сами исполнители не могут разобраться в жанрах музыки. Почему меня должно ебать в каком жанре её музыка? Звучит клёво и ок.

>>1789630
Только пиши кетчупом. А хуй заверни в хлеб.

>>1789630
Не позорь страну пидоран.

>>1789630
>хуе Hello from Russia
Даже с минимальным ворд шрифтом на твоём не уместится.

>>1789643
Слишком сложно. У меня хуй не настолько большой, чтоб такой длинный текст кетчупом писать.

>>1789655
Ну тогда Hi from 2ch

>>1789655
Влезет только "H". Она подумает "Hana" прикалывается.

>>1789666
Ты недооцениваешь мой хуй. Я же в стояке буду фоткать.

>>1789664
Жалко хлеба.

>>1789704
Не ты точно ахуел.

>>1789983
норм сисечки :3

>>1789991
Да как ты заебал, а.

>>1789991
Тоторо. Она явно Миядзаки смотрела.

>>1790079
Че такое тоторо? Я не анимешник просто.

>>1790083
http://www.wikiwand.com/ru/%D0%9C%D0%BE%D0%B9_%D1%81%D0%BE%D1%81%D0%B5%D0%B4_%D0%A2%D0%BE%D1%82%D0%BE%D1%80%D0%BE

>>1790086
Я вижу, я не пойму это заяц или кот?

>>1790100
Ебать. Ну ясно, типичная японская бревдоая хуета, они походу реально после Хиросимы, Нагасаки и Фукусимы там совсем от радиации мозги потекли.

>>1790110
Ебало бы набил тебе за такие слова в реале сцук.

>>1790175
Анимешник чтоли?

>>1790307
Тайцзицюань!