Lungs is a garden. It’s a collection of different, but dazzling, masterpieces, a symbol of growth and childhood innocence and magic. Lungs is where faeries hide, where you can spend hours just watching the flowers grow.
Ceremonials is an ocean; great, dark, and sometimes terrifying. Death is an ever-present thought, but the strange beauty of it all is sublime. It gives you chills and somehow comforts you.
How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful is a storm. Emotional, raw, and deeply sad, it nevertheless carries a hopeful message. All storms end. They bring growth and joy when their wreckage ceases. And, even in the midst of the moss terrible ones, they can be enjoyed. This storm does not dance around its problems or drown them with alcohol; it dances, lets the rain soak them, knowing the sun will soon come out again, and perhaps a rainbow too.
lots of flowers, giggling, probably drunk or high, bright orangey-red hair with fringe, thinner, seems like she's kind of surprised to be famous, like "omg wow really you're interested in me? wow"
beautiful, dark vintage clothing, dark red hair without fringe, heavier music, more serious attitude
this is Downtime Florence. She is hiding in a hermit cave. She hasn't been seen all year. No, just kidding, this Florence is really hippie, loves flowers and literature and fur coats. Lots of Florabella action :)))))))
Orangey-blonde hair with bangs, no makeup, pantsuits, hipster triangles that probably mean something related to album three. Seems more like a grown woman than in previous albums.
The “machine” part of Florence and the Machine is a woman named Isabella Summers. Can you tell me about your partnership — your friendship — over these many years?
Florence : Yeah, I mean, it was a catalyst for everything, if you think about it. I met her, I think I was 16, 17. She was DJing in a room that was made out to be like a jungle. It was like, people covered in bubble wrap, I can’t remember.
Sounds like a good party.
Florence : Really good party! Well, there was a big live music and art scene where I was growing up, all these punk bands and performance artists. The first song that I wrote with her, she just gave me this old piano and was like, “Do whatever you want.” And I think the first song I wrote was “Between Two Lungs,” and then literally the next song we wrote together was “Dog Days Are Over.”
We didn’t have any equipment — that was just banging on the walls. We stole a drum from the next door studio; we used pens. And because I didn’t really know how to play things that well, I’d use my voice as an instrument most of the time, so that’s where this big choral thing came from. Once I had “Dog Days,” I think, I had a sound.