So Blue Lips finally came out. You may not have been waiting on it but I promise you anyone who found this post by clicking on the Tove Lo tag was. It’s another short film by Tove Lo in support of her music and boy it’s fascinating. The fact that she makes these are fascinating. Tove Lo is fascinating in general. Just her whole approach to everything. I once saw art as anything we do that isn’t directly to feed our most basic needs of shelter, food, and sex. Which has always made pop music tread a weird line because I have known plenty of people who cared about having a creative outlet but they also formed a band to get laid. Not that I am accusing Tove Lo of that but it is interesting that her work is so sexual that I think some people would be quick to dismiss it. But the thing there is talking about sex is art, it’s different than trying to get sex. And of course that’s not all she talks about but it seems to be part of everything she talks about. Which is what makes it so interesting, there is a sort of openheartedness about something that could be leering. Is leering sometimes, I mean, picking up daddies on playgrounds and what not. And so this one was really good because sex is at it’s core and her naked chest will likely be a lot of people’s take away but what I find fascinating here is how it’s not one simple thing. There is stuff about sex and love and friendship and heartbreak and lust and it’s all tangled together in a way I really loved. I guess because none of those things are neat and simple and sometimes they do get jumbled up in ways that make them hard to separate and can ruin all of it. There is a loneliness to this and really to all her short films that is a little heartbreaking but also is part of what makes them beautiful. Anyway, I liked it. I like her. Today I want to fuck Tove Lo.