a riot! a romp! a feast! j'adore
Burton's eyes man. Piercing as much as they are a gesture to pierce back. Sometimes they're a wall and you can't, but sometimes they're out rampantly angry and at other times they're schoolboy scared.
There's a shot where he walks sullenly from a bar onto a London street sketched in gradual tones of dimming grey, and it starts to rain, and it just makes the shot greyer. And my mum said sarcastically "makes you want to be a spy, doesn't it?" Then, not sarcastically, "So anti-Bond."
Long as fuck but so inspiring. Brockhampton exemplify what art in 2017 should look like, just a complete unshackling socially and creatively.
I love that it starts in a dark bedroom and ends at a performance to thousands, really shows the meteoric rise the group's found.
Seeing their excitement and energy when making STAR almost made me cry.