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don’t think she’ll do a thing tbh

don’t think she’ll do a thing tbh

don’t think she’ll do a thing tbh

don’t think she’ll do a thing tbh

Omg love that movie! It’s called Norman Fucks Rockwell if anyone is interested!

Was running some errands and randomly saw Lana!! So proud of her 

some things that I've bought in the past month 
 
 
 
 
now I won't buy anything until I get a job because I've spent my money on Lana Del Rey concert tickets      I can't wait 

the guy who sold me this: http://www.ebay.com/itm/261267620644?ssPageName=STRK:MEWNX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1439.l2649 told me he had this two 
and asked me if I wanted them for 7.5 gbp each 
 

Lighting is shite so I'm gonna take pictures again at some point
 
CDs
 
 
Singles
 
 
Vinyls
 
 
Vinyl Singles
 
 
Boxsets/Cassette
 
 
Merch
 
 
Merch
 
 
Tropico/Ride Premieres
 
 
Magazines
 
 
Posters
 
 

The newest members of my magazine family. 
 

 
I bought another copy of The Fader because the one I had before, you had to fold out the back cover to see hers (since this issue had four covers, they alternate their placement depending on your copy) but this new one has her on the front. 

It’s even sealed
 
 
 

Hi everyone, I'm going to try to replicate Lana's MTWBT headphones for my Lana Del Rebirthday (commemorating the first time I saw Lana in concert October 19, 2014, which was when I started becoming completely obsessed with Lana). I probably won't make them in time for my rebirthday but I will try for Halloween.
 
http://instagram.com/p/7sqykPFnmg/
 
I figured I'll post a tutorial for anyone that would also like to be Lana on Halloween. I'm still waiting for the headphones to arrive from Amazon, so I'm going to update this main post as I go.
 
Materials
Headphones
Crayola Model Magic for making the frangipanis or you can order 4 foam frangipanis from ebay
6-8 Pink fabric/paper roses
Green ribbon or fake long grass/leaves
Pearl stickers or pearl beads
4 3D Star stickers or star beads
1 Bee charm
Glue
Blue Paint
 
Tools
Scissors Knife Pencil Small cup (I'm using an empty mini candle jar from Bath and Body Works) Paint brush Directions
Make the frangipanis (skip this if you have the foam ones). You can also watch Youtube tutorials by searching "make frangipani". You will need to make 4 flowers.
Make a teardrop shape stencil for the petals. Mine is cut from a foil wrapper. If you make if from paper, it will stick to the model magic, so use a thick plastic bag/foil packaging. Roll out the Model Magic. Trace your teardrop stencil on the Model Magic with a knife. Remove the stencil and cut the petal out. It's best to cut the petal out because it makes a nice smooth edge. Repeat 4 times to make a total of 5 petals. Pinch along the left side of each petal to make a raised edge. Smooth the outer edge with the side of a knife. Place the 5 petals in a semi circle. Pull the right side of the last petal under the left side of the first petal. Shape the petals to curve outwards. Place in a small cup to dry overnight. When dry, paint the middle of the flower blue. Glue a star into the middle of the flower. Wrap the head band of the headphones
Cut one piece of ribbon (we'll call this ribbon A) long enough to wrap around the headphone band from ear to ear. Cut another piece of ribbon (ribbon B) that is double the length of the headphone band plus an inch more. At the end of the left side of the headphone band glue ribbon B on the outside of the headphone band. Glue it more to the left so it's edge is along the edge of the headphone band. It should be in the direction parallel with the headphone band. At the left side of the headphone band, glue ribbon A on the inside of the headphone band so it's perpendicular to the headphone band. Wrap ribbon A around the headphone band until it reaches the right ear. Leave ribbon B outside of the wrapped headphone band. Glue the end of ribbon A onto the inside of the headphone band. On the loose end of ribbon B, wrap it with a bit of tape and cut the tape into an arrow. This will help you weave the ribbon. Weave ribbon B in and out of ribbon A. When you reach the right ear, start wrapping ribbon B back towards the left ear. Glue ribbon B down on the inside of the headphone band. Glue the flowers, pearls and bee onto the ears! (Almost done, yay!)

Position the front facing frangipani to your liking and glue it down. I wanted the red part of the headphones to be mostly covered. Glue the another frangipani facing the back. I put mine lower than the front facing flower so the top doesn't stick out behind the front facing flower. Glue the pink fabric roses in between the two frangipanis and cover the rest of the visible headphones with pearls and the bee on the left ear. Yay, now you can put on music to watch boys to! I will update with final product pictures once I'm done.

Hi! So, this is with immense pleasure that I present you the Sirens project     What is this project?   This project consists in two booklets, one pink, one blue, with two different covers, as well as two inserts and back covers with corresponding colours, in order to be printed in a compact disk jewel case. This project is NOT for selling purposes, all rights belong to Lana Del Rey and the owner of the pictures and fonts used. I merely wish to propose visuals destined to present the most complete experience of Lana's record.     How does it looks like?   BLUE
  PINK
    Why a Sirens booklet?   Because it's my third favourite Lana album and because I feel personally extremely connected to it for countless reasons, and I think that it really is a supremely underrated piece of work. It took me really long to get into it, and I understand that some might consider it as a snooze fest, but it is for me the most delicate, intimate, beautiful snooze fest ever created. My focus on this project was to make it LOOK as legit and close to Lana's vision as possible, as if it was released in the time of its conception, so I took the freedom to use the information on Lana's other CD booklets to give the illusion of a legitimate record. The barcodes, the legal information, the numbers are all from Lana's discography. I do not claim any rights on any of the information presented.     Why two different versions?   I absolutely adore Trash Magic's iconic cover, and I thought it was fair enough to give it a proper booklet. However, I love to do things by myself too, and it was important to me to present my own vision of the album as it was crucial in my own recovery. So, I made two versions. Both versions contains the same slightly altered in some places Minion Pro font, in regular, bold and italic flavours. Both versions features pictures from the Ford photoshoot, Chuck's shoot, and Patrick Andersson shoots, as well as pictures of Coney Island beach and the New York bay as it is deeply associated to Sirens in my mind.     What are the differences between the two versions?   The Trash Magic one is in tones of blue. Mine is in tones of pink. In my version, I also used the picture from the Ford photoshoot, because it's sincerely one of my favourite Lana pictures ever, but I chose not to put any text on it and zoom it on her face, as I think that the expression on her face is what could characterize the delicate simplicity and emotion of Sirens the best. In my version the title is in the insert, and in Sam's one, as everybody knows, it's on the cover.      Why this tracklist?   Despite a lot of research, and keeping in mind that my intention was to propose a vision as close as Lana's one, I found it difficult to keep track of the original leaks information. I also found that the general knowledge around this album is blurred and so many people have different tracklists. If I am correct, there only are a few tracks we are completely sure of the name as they are duplicates from the EPs. I therefore made the choice after a lot of hesitation to put the name they are commonly referred as first, and then the original leaks names in brackets. I do not claim being sure of this, so if you have any remark, please communicate me what I need to change.     Is it possible to print this?   Yes, it's exactly what it was intended for If you wish to print this to make your own Sirens CD, I HIGHLY suggest you to check the incredible AKA Project guide made by Anthem, which is perfectly and thoroughly explained.     NOTA BENE   I am NOT 100% satisfied with it. For example in the blue jewelcase, the back is not in the exact same colour than the booklet background and it's killing me but I haven't been able to fix it yet. I will update the files on the mega immediately after fixing. I also don't have the possibility to test it by printing a copy right now but I wish to do it in the near future.   I would immensely like to thank @@Anthem for the AKA project that had a deep influence in my work on this especially in the formatting of the booklets, and obviously @@Trash Magic for constantly slaying me with his spectacular skills and visuals.     My next project is to make a digipack as I much prefer them. I am still trying to figure how to get some made and I want to use my university's resources as much as possible as I have access to a complete print station. If I manage to get a higher quality or vector files of this project, I will most definitely add it. I apologize for how heavy the files are.   This thread will be updated with various resources in order to propose the most complete experience of Sirens.    And if you wish to get the direct psd files I used during this project, or if you have any question or request, my inbox is open I wish you an excellent day! xx   And please, if you find any typo or mistake, by all mean tell me so, and I will immediately fix it!     DOWNLOAD LINK BLUE PINK   EDIT: Added the inner insert that I obviously forgot, smh. Make sure you have it!

Out of respect for Lana, I am taking this down.

My Lana magazine collection is starting to come together nicely.   I have five more coming in the mail. 
 

 

I recorded a video with Lana Del Rey when she was just Lizzy Grant. Watching it reminds me that dreams come true, provided they're flexible enough to include crushing humiliation. Lana Del Rey released a new record yesterday. Honeymoon is, of course, dreamy and dramatic, soaked in Americana and nostalgia, spiked with glamorous violence and loopy nonsensicality. It is the perfect paean for a particular time in particular people’s lives—girls and boys who need a soundtrack for well-outfitted daydreams and cloudy morning-afters.
Every time she releases something new, I rewatch an old video of us tooling around a trailer park in New Jersey on a frigid morning several years ago. Lana went by Lizzy back then, and Lizzy is giggly, wearing a cute little silk jacket and entirely unbothered by the weather. I’m interviewing her, bundled in a long wool coat and an ugly hat I’ve owned since the seventh grade.
We pass a trailer roped off by police tape.                                                                                       
“Did a crime happen here recently?” I asked. My voice is pitched quiet and low, which is how I speak when I’m nervous. I’d never conducted an interview before.
Molly is filming us and she is terrible at it. The video swoops and shakes as she walks and laughs. Molly was a friend of a friend, a cool girl who lived in a gorgeously ramshackle apartment way out in Williamsburg and always had great clothes and dapper boyfriends. I’d tagged along to a Thanksgiving dinner at her place once, where she stuffed the turkey with black truffles and I made awkward small talk with a man who had a Britney Spears sleeve tattoo. 
Onscreen, I say, “We are in New Jersey.”
  “We are, thank God,” Lizzy laughs.
  We walk through the frame, years younger and stupider and fresher, wearing clothes we no longer own, going back to apartments and jobs that no longer exist. Normal people walk along the edges of the video, and I remember them pointedly ignoring us.
Molly kept yelling “Cut!” like this was a real thing we were doing.
    It was a horrifying time for me.
I’d just quit music. From children’s choirs to teenage musicals to singer-songwriter stuff in my early twenties, my identity was built on my dream of “making it” as a famous musician. Sometimes, in my current job, I get cover letters that start with “this has been my dream my whole life.” I was that kind of asshole.
The problem was, I wasn’t any good.
The world had not made a secret of this. I wasn’t progressing like my talented friends, who were starting to get traction with producers and audiences—but it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize it, the knowledge growing unnoticed in the back of my brain like an alien mass.
The trailer park was next to a highway, behind a Dunkin Donuts knockoff. Lizzy was waiting in the parking lot when we got there...  The night I first knew I had to give it up was suitably dramatic.
I was friends with a music industry guy named Bob. He’d been the keyboard player of a band that toured with Aerosmith—or someone like Aerosmith—in the ‘70s and then I’m pretty sure he’d played with Stevie Nicks during the solo cocaine years in L.A. He had signature glasses and five ex-wives. He surrounded himself with girl singer-songwriters—I was one, and so were a whole host of girls who never got famous either, but Lizzy was one as well along with Stefani Germanotta, though she’d started calling herself Lady Gaga by that point. I think. I didn’t write anything down because I had no idea it’d be worth remembering.
   
Bob hosted shows at a Manhattan venue started by a famous actor to meet chicks. It worked—the actor married one of the bartenders—and the place has since been shut down and remade it something more family-friendly.
To be fair, it was never that edgy or sexy or weird. Sometimes on Tumblr, I see kids talking about the early days of Gaga as if it was the bad old days of New York, as if we were crawling through the Lower East Side with needles sticking out our elbows, turning tricks for guitar strings.
Please. Everyone wore Uggs.
Anyway, I was sitting at this venue, drinking house vodka straight because that’s what I drank in those days because I was cheap with control issues and I didn’t like anything pleasant cluttering up my alcohol. I watching Stefani writhe around the stage. She was going to be famous. Even I knew that and I have the worst music industry instincts of anyone I’ve ever met. When Stefani said she was going to write more dance music, I tut-tutted because we were going into a recession and people don’t like dance music in recessions. I’d seen a few Behind the Musicson grunge.
In an alternative universe, “Just Dance” didn’t happen because some idiot listened to me.
But in this universe, Stefani was clearly going to be huge. A&R reps were crowded along the edges of the room, leaning forward and sweating in their button-downs and artfully distressed jeans, ready to sign checks.
I was sitting next to Lorraine who was a songwriter.
“So I was talking to my agent the other day,” Lorraine started as if we’d been having a conversation all along.
“Yeah.” Sip.
As the myth went, Lorraine had been signed to a contemporary Christian label in the early ‘90s, all poised to be the next big crossover star, when they discovered she was living in sin with a Jewish man and dropped her. They’d kept her around as a songwriter and she’d written a big hit for DC Talk or Jars of Clay or someone, but she wanted to be a star in her own right.
“He said fifty is the new twenty.” She’d dusted her eyelids with glitter and the glitter was working its way down her face, settling into her wrinkles. “I mean, it makes sense. We’re living longer. We’re hitting our stride later.”
Another sip of vodka. A big one.
“I’m going to start a band,” Lorraine said.
That’s when I knew it was time. All of those A&R men crowded around the room had already passed on me. And if I wasn’t going to be Stefani, my only other option was Lorraine, halfway through my life and still waiting on validation that was less and less likely to come.
I quit. The music industry wept.
The music industry did not weep.
No one noticed actually, and I just slunk off into the ether without telling anyone. I was embarrassed. I was the first one in that group to quit, the first one to wave a white flag, and I should have persevered because that’s what you did when you had a dream. That’s what you did when you really wanted something. You toiled at it year after year, like Lorraine, hopelessly devoted, even if you had nothing to sustain you but the dream itself.
I was pinwheeling, arms flailing and pulling at anything shiny for a new creative North Star, when I was included on a group email from Molly asking if anyone had any interview ideas.
Molly’s dream was writing. She was making it happen as the editor of a website for a magazine that had been so, so cool in the ‘90s and was trying to reinvent itself as the new Gawker. I read her email and thought, if only I could go back in time and redo my whole life and maybe make writing my dream. I still answered her, feeling like a fraud, to see if maybe she’d be interested in an interview with my friend Lizzy who had a record coming out.
Molly asked if we could also film a video. Video was going to be the next big thing. Lizzy had lived in a trailer park while working on her record, so maybe we could film there? White trash was also going to be the next big thing.
She did not question my credentials or laugh in my face. I did those things, quietly, to myself, because it felt like apt punishment, to leave something I had loved and wanted for something I wasn’t even sure I liked.
I asked Lizzy if she’d be up for a video. 
“Of course,” she said. Because she had always been, fundamentally, a nice person.
“How about 9 a.m. on Sunday?” she suggested, because she was also fundamentally a strange person. Going to the frozen hellscape that is New Jersey at 9 a.m. on a winter Sunday sounded reasonable to her.
Out of all of Bob’s girls, Lizzy was my favorite. We went to the same college—different campuses but still, the same school. We both liked Coney Island and old New York. She had a particular way of articulating her consonants that made her words feel very purposeful, which I liked.
And she was talented. I had everyone’s demos but Lizzy’s was the only one I actually played. I certainly didn’t listen to my own—I was trying to sound like Leonard Cohen but my songs came out like reheated Jewel. If you ever come across those tracks, you should skip them as well.
The trailer park was next to a highway, behind a Dunkin Donuts knockoff. Lizzy was waiting in the parking lot when we got there. I stopped in to get a coffee cup to clutch in the video because I was freezing and nervous and my hands were shaking a little. Before we started filming, she took the hand not holding coffee and squeezed my fingers, hard.
I ask terrible questions in the video. Jessica Hopper from Spin once described them as “tepid,” which is far kinder than she could have been. The night before, I was too nervous to sleep so I walked over to Penn Station at 3 a.m. and stood in Hudson News reading all of their magazines, like I could soak up how to interview by osmosis, until the clerk woke up and yelled at me.
In the video, Lizzy is wearing cartoonishly glamorous fake eyelashes.
“Tell me about these eyelashes,” I ask onscreen.
“I can only say, I wouldn’t be without them,” Lizzy giggles. My own eyelashes were frozen to my cheeks. I put on my sunglasses, which look ridiculous in the video. Everything looks ridiculous in the video.
Afterward, we all took the train together and filled the space between New Jersey and New York with the conversational detritus of women in their twenties. Molly liked my boots, I liked her haircut, we both liked Lizzy’s silk bomber jacket. We should all hang out, get coffee and maybe do a book club. We all needed to read more.
And then we went out into the world— me a failure and the two of them striding nobly toward the stars. Go boldly in the direction of your dreams! If you can dream it, you can achieve it!
Of course, it all broke.
Molly’s dream ended when she got sick of New York, quit her job, moved up and out and up into a life of purpose. She went to law school, learned Spanish, and became an immigration lawyer in Arizona.
Lizzy’s first record bombed—before the success, the acclaim, and the namesake Mulberry bag, she was a failure. When she started crafting the magnificently well-plotted Lana Del Rey, I wrinkled my nose and said, I don’t get it, because again, I have terrible, terrible music industry instincts. Lana happened to stick, but Lana launched out of a crater.
And I’m a writer and editor. It has never been the wistful, glittering carrot of a Dream in the way music was. Writing is a much more fluid goal, growing and shifting to fit wherever I am in life, how much money I need, who wants to hire me, whatever bullshit I happen to find interesting at any given moment. It is an adult plan. I was too stupid to realize it at the time but the necessary shredding of my childhood goal was not a wrenching betrayal of self; it was a healthy and normal part of growing up.
I click play again and we amble through the frame. Everything about that period in my life is sepia tone by default—the venues I played are gone, the musicians I ran with are scattered, but I’m really only nostalgic for us, these sweet idiots committing our fumbling to posterity. There we are on video, trying so hard, hurling forward into certain failure and about to be all the better for it.
 
 
http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2015/09/19/lana-del-rey-s-trailer-park-days-my-time-with-lizzy-grant.html?via=mobile&source=twitter

Some of these recordings are better than what I heard in real life. I'm suing my UO 

I promise I wouldn't listen to LQs... BUT I saw Freak was playing so I said well one song won't hurt me but then I remembered Art Deco was next and it scalped my weave follicle by follicle

Ya'll must be like 12 or something. Or is ya'll socially awkward tumblr teens who never step foot outside the house?
 
There should be food and drinks. It's different for every artist. It's basically a party with the album playing. It's a listening PARTY.

I had Honeymoon as vinyl, but sugardaddy #3 stole it. Now he died and I don't have access to his stuff since his greedy wife is the heir. Maybe I can break into their house, and get it back. Not sure tho. Gonna upload the snippets when he's back from death.
*Cola plays in the background*

they all sound the same to my non-musical ears

I asked her! She told me that sugar daddy #2 deleted it accidentally. 

this sounds so good omg
 
Lana's really getting better at writing ++

this sounds so good omg
 
Lana's really getting better at writing ++

https://a.tumblr.com/tumblr_n3prkc09Vt1qerg8so1.mp3
 
Listen at your own risk. I really don't want to leak it, but let's face it, various snippets are already out. Blackest Day has an almost Hans Zimmer feel to it. It reminds be a bit of Born to Die, but less single-ish. I don't know if I really like it yet, but I think it's one that grows, like West Coast maybe? Really adds to the "diversity" that Lana we were hoping for, I'm sure. I really like the lyrics though. A lot better than Honeymoon. It's a bit awkward, not that many strings. It sounds more modern in my opinion, but not like HBTB. It's a new sound that sounds familiar, if that makes sense.