Mie

Mie 

The soft inside of bread.

Tyler, the Creator’s anti-rap visuals in his latest song offset his adoption of more traditional hip-hop lyricism. Bookended by unscripted goofiness (the first and last purposeful blemishes in the video) Potato Salad is layered from start to finish in haphazard, Snapchat-caliber graphics that lend an Odd Future irreverence to uncharacteristic bars about guns, cars, and money. The only two treatments—a smoggy Eiffel Tower and a construction-ridden state building—simultaneously feature and reject the blingy backdrops that riddle modern rap videos, peeling back the lyrical façade to reveal a creator that remains faithfully alternative.   

Me

An acknowledgement of the self.

There’s an admitted selfishness with which Mahrez plays the game of football. Why? Because it’s not the game he was born playing. Just as goals hoist trophies at stadiums, humiliation is the metric that decides whether games are won or lost on squares of concrete. Even after years as a professional 4-0 doesn’t mean victory unless his footwork has coerced a defender to take a seat.