Reviens Vite et Oublie by Les Surfs
Beauty is mysterious and illogical. Beauty is an assault on reason, like the structures of Antoni Gaudi and Zaha Hadid. Beauty creates a distorted logic of its own and gives way to theories that have never previously existed. Beauty is an anomaly, something out of the ordinary that causes many simultaneous feelings at once, like hysteria, desire, inspiration, confusion, and reverence, maybe a little bit of happiness. Beauty at its best is incorporeal and extra-terrestrial, an apparition that represents the illusion of enchantment. Beauty is often something that can be felt but not understood, it is certainly never something that can be understood but not felt; the reason why I prefer Reviens Vite et Oublie to Be My Baby.
I think that most of life is spent, consciously or unconsciously, in constant pursuit of beauty and avoidance of all that isn’t. The paradox I find interesting is that confronting ugliness face to face inevitably and eventually brings about a sense of beauty.
Beauty can materialize, but never when it’s expected. Beauty can never quite be grasped.