The first blushes of Lamar’s aesthetic expansion came with the video for “Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe,” in 2013. Clad in crisp white churchwear, Lamar frolicked with a congregation, first in a hearse and then in a wheat field, as he led a casket to a sun-drenched resting place.
The Laird heels Danny when he heeds not you. He'll be just biddable when Danny's there, while he's fratchy as a lugged bear when left to you.
There was a momentary silence. Mrs. Oliver said: Is it twenty-to or twenty past? An angel passing . . . My feet aren't crossed—it must be a black angel!
The glow of joyant Camelot lit all the southern sky.
