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Our Weekly Summer Playlist: Volume Two

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Nomadic Firs – “Into the Fire”

About a minute into the fire, we find our psychedelic trip taking a sudden turn for the sing-along. On the other end is rustic Tennessee pop experimentalist Ryan Boos, and he sounds like the friendliest, most optimistic dude ever. Which makes sense, being part of the Crash Symbols family.”

Nomadic Firs “Forever”


Label Crash Symbols
Art direction Caroline Back de Surany
Director Yulya Shadrinsky
Models Lina Slimane, Sarah Heck and Zelda Zonk cat
Studio Zelda Zonk
Assistant Alexandre Carpentier Trajber
Thanks to Shôta Sakami for help on editing

Clothes credits :
Sunglasses : Prada, Miu Miu, Ray Ban
First model : Carven + short Guess
Second model : own top and swimsuit
Jewlery: Shourouk, Anne Fontaine, AS29, 
Gloves : Maison Fabre
Headband : Heimstone

A fellow musician sent this to me in regards to the record. 
"A good night! That’s your album like a dinner in Stockholm in the beginning of May. :)”
1. Forever. 
The arrival. Colourful, mysterious, cosy. Long time, no see. Are we outdoors or indoors? Indoors, open window. The carpet crawling up in your lap like a blanket. So good to have you here!
2. Into the Fire. 
Sparkling wine. Listening to friend’s latest adventures. A quote: “Getting into that Yoga room at 7 AM, and I smell of alcohol, cigarettes and sex. Feeling healthy.” Giggles and red chins.
3. Vines. 
Peeling asparagus and garlic. Boiling water, heating a pan, hard to stand still. Somebody’s juggling with tomatoes.
4. Anytime Clementine. 
At the table passing everything around like a merry-go-round. A beautiful mess.
5. In the Morning. 
Discussing plants and butterflies. That bumblebee too heavy to fly but still it’s catching the wind. All those kinds of bees! Beehives on roof tops. Soon summertime. Longing.
6. i94. 
Taking a break. Having a cigarette. Hearing a secret.
7. Generations. 
Making a deep tomato sauce. Baking bread. Tearing mozzarella to pieces, the smell of basil. Eggplants’ amazing colour. Layers of everything. Layers of voices. Are you hungry?
8. Fun. 
Fencing on roller skates in the kitchen. Making fluffy meringues. Then fence a little more.
9. Bitter Pills. 
Waiting for those meringues. Loud discussions about political issues, gender issues, choices. I’m quite quiet, with big ears. I know what I think, I’m just not that rhetorical, and hey - it’s ok!
10. Cover Bombs. 
People calming down. Feeling like hugging the person next to you. Sweet tastes on tongues. How do pineapples grow? Is it a tree or a bush? I miss running to get an encyclopedia. Now there are lots of phones and lots of googling. I like Google. AND encyclopedias.
11. Tellico. 
You want to dance? You feel that groove? The sun and the wine is red. Are we going out tonight? Or do we stay here and dance till the sunrise? We can have a bubble bath too!
12. Get the Map.
People are leaving. Hug. Hug. Hug. Hugs. Somebody’s staying. Laughing between the bubbles in the bath tub. Somebody’s telling a goodnight story. Getting sleepy. The biggest pillow.
Love and respect! 
// Y L V A //

A fellow musician sent this to me in regards to the record. 

"A good night! 
That’s your album like a dinner in Stockholm in the beginning of May. :)”

1. Forever. 

The arrival. Colourful, mysterious, cosy. Long time, no see. Are we outdoors or indoors? Indoors, open window. The carpet crawling up in your lap like a blanket. So good to have you here!

2. Into the Fire. 

Sparkling wine. Listening to friend’s latest adventures. A quote: “Getting into that Yoga room at 7 AM, and I smell of alcohol, cigarettes and sex. Feeling healthy.” Giggles and red chins.

3. Vines. 

Peeling asparagus and garlic. Boiling water, heating a pan, hard to stand still. Somebody’s juggling with tomatoes.

4. Anytime Clementine. 

At the table passing everything around like a merry-go-round. A beautiful mess.

5. In the Morning. 

Discussing plants and butterflies. That bumblebee too heavy to fly but still it’s catching the wind. All those kinds of bees! Beehives on roof tops. Soon summertime. Longing.

6. i94. 

Taking a break. Having a cigarette. Hearing a secret.

7. Generations. 

Making a deep tomato sauce. Baking bread. Tearing mozzarella to pieces, the smell of basil. Eggplants’ amazing colour. Layers of everything. Layers of voices. Are you hungry?

8. Fun. 

Fencing on roller skates in the kitchen. Making fluffy meringues. Then fence a little more.

9. Bitter Pills. 

Waiting for those meringues. Loud discussions about political issues, gender issues, choices. I’m quite quiet, with big ears. I know what I think, I’m just not that rhetorical, and hey - it’s ok!

10. Cover Bombs. 

People calming down. Feeling like hugging the person next to you. Sweet tastes on tongues. How do pineapples grow? Is it a tree or a bush? I miss running to get an encyclopedia. Now there are lots of phones and lots of googling. I like Google. AND encyclopedias.

11. Tellico. 

You want to dance? You feel that groove? The sun and the wine is red. Are we going out tonight? Or do we stay here and dance till the sunrise? We can have a bubble bath too!

12. Get the Map.

People are leaving. Hug. Hug. Hug. Hugs. Somebody’s staying. Laughing between the bubbles in the bath tub. Somebody’s telling a goodnight story. Getting sleepy. The biggest pillow.

Love and respect! 

// Y L V A //

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