[NYLON TV KOREA] KRYSTAL COVER ISSUE
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- Опубліковано 15 жов 2024
- Something special in the blue day
크리스탈과과 케즈가 함께하는 NYLON 매거진 10월호 커버 스토리.
CONTRIBUTING EDITOR JUNG HEE IN
CINEMATOGRAPHER PARK KOOK JIN
EDIT BY KWAK DOO RI
NARRATION BY KRYSTAL
POETRY BY SYLVIA PLATH "NOVEMBER GRAVEYARD"
PHOTORAPHED BY HWANG HYE JEONG
Flower forget-me-nots between the stones
Paving this grave ground. Here's to honest rot
To unpick the elaborate heart, pare bone
Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton
Bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet:
Flies watch no resurrections in the sun.
-November Graveyard by Sylvia Plath
omg finally i found this !
Krystal is my queen.
+Jianna Yong me too
Wow I love the editing!
I never thought krystal as 'pretty' but she kinda grew on me, her face is like the best mix of yuri, yoona of snsd.
She's not pretty, her visuals are out of this world for such a word that cannot give justice for her beauty.
She’s beautiful not pretty 😊
i wanna dress like this.
Krystal + Nylon is very cool !!!
Queen Krystal ❤
Her voice aaah
Krystal!
Does anybody know anything about the background music?
Baby Jung
photoshot kai exo/sehun exo and krystal fx pls haha
a goddess
Goals
What's the song called?
I know Krystal's native language is English, and so is mine, but I couldn't understand what she was saying. Maybe her accents are clashing?
+Rikuphi That's probably exactly what it is. I thought the same thing, and I've heard it before but it seems to be more apparent in this video.
NAIKOchan17 Yeah I think that's what it is! Since she's been in Korea for so long, she lost her American accent slightly and the two are just kinda clashing. I'm glad I'm not the only one to notice it, haha
Yea! It happens to a lot a people who switch back and forth between languages often
NAIKOchan17 Yup exactly!
OH MY GOD
超文青,美炸了
November Graveyard
By Sylvia Plath
The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees
Hoard last year's leaves, won't mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn
To elegiac dryads, and dour grass
Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness
However the grandiloquent mind may scorn
Such poverty. No dead men's cries
Flower forget-me-nots between the stones
Paving this grave ground. Here's honest rot
To unpick the heart, pare bone
Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton
Bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet:
Flies watch no resurrections in the sun.
At the essential landscape stare, stare
Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
Whatever lost ghosts flare,
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.
OH MY GOD