° Amnesia Rockfest 2016 °

I just came back from the Amnesia Rockfest in Montebello, Quebec. I know I didn’t keep up with my WEEKLY PLAYLIST schedule but I had my finals and the Rockfest to plan. I went with my boyfriend Pat, but we had other friends that were camping on another site down there. We slept in our car in the festivals parking lots that costed about 30$ if I’m not mistaking. The festival was awesome and it could only be due to that badass lineup.We planned to see Korn, NOFX, Sum 41, Blink 182, Limp Bizkit, Ice Cube, Lamb of God, Sepultura, Twisted Sister and Jane’s Addiction, although we ended up not seeing the last 2 because they were on the Jaegermeister scene and we didn’t feel like walking through everyone who’s running and pushing around. We missed Sepultura because we went to a beach to refresh since it was like 35 degrees Celsius. We still saw a lot of the great bands we planned to see!

° BADASS VIDEO I MADE °

I found this playlist made by bidon121 of Spotify & it has all the artists from Rockfest 2016

Lizzy 8)

Babe & setting sun

My sister Leila and I decided to make a mood video inspired by the poem of a French poem, La branche d’amandier. We figured the poem talks about flowers through the four seasons or even the life of a girl who becomes a women. We imagined fields of wheat and flowers. We heard atmospheric indie music playing in our heads. We wanted to create a video that made you want to know who this women was.

You can see our video here -> Babe & sunset

Here is the poem by Alphonse de Lamartine 🙂

La branche d’amandier

De l’amandier tige fleurie,
Symbole, hélas! de la beauté,
Comme toi, la fleur de la vie
Fleurit et tombe avant l’été.

Qu’on la néglige ou qu’on la cueille,
De nos fronts, des mains de l’Amour,
Elle s’échappe feuille à feuille,
Comme nos plaisirs jour à jour!

Savourons ces courtes délices;
Disputons-les même au zéphyr,
Epuisons les riants calices
De ces parfums qui vont mourir.

Souvent la beauté fugitive
Ressemble à la fleur du matin,
Qui, du front glacé du convive,
Tombe avant l’heure du festin.

Un jour tombe, un autre se lève;
Le printemps va s’évanouir;
Chaque fleur que le vent enlève
Nous dit : Hâtez-vous de jouir.

Et, puisqu’il faut qu’elles périssent,
Qu’elles périssent sans retour!
Que ces roses ne se flétrissent
Que sous les lèvres de l’amour!