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It’s the hip new thing.
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REMEMBER: Re-blogging keeps a tumblr alive!
I never in my life expected In a Handful of Minutes to inspire fan art, let alone an image of yours truly…but that’s just what I got in the mail yesterday from the young and talented Reinis of Latvia. Apparently it was even one of the pieces in his first ever gallery showing!
Dang, excuse me for a moment while I feel extremely flattered.
1920’s-era Paris Stock Exchange in L’Argent (1928, dir. Marcel L’Herbier) (via)
“After a decade of filmmaking, I became obsessed by a single idea: to film at any cost, even (what a paradox!) at great cost, a fierce denunciation of money.”
-Marcel L’Herbier on L’argent, excerpted from his memoir The Head that Turns
Before bed last night I checked the news and read “Skateboarder killed in downtown collision involving cab” with the chilling photo you see above. The collision was at King and Jarvis, which is not far at all from where my longboarding brother lives, and he has a deck just like that one in the photo.
I called him and he answered on the third ring and was fine.
We got lucky this time, but oh gosh how I wish the motorists in general and cabs in particular in Toronto would chill the fuck out. The whole political rhetoric around bike lanes and “the war on cars” in Toronto seems to have caused this siege mentality in some motorists, where it’s “us versus them”, cars against the world. There’s a culture of entitlement in many Toronto motorists, the central idea being “I am entitled to going where I want to go, and everyone else is trying to stop me from doing that”.
The man who was killed when a car drove into him looked a lot like my brother, because Victor’s already been stopped by acquaintances this morning (the delivery guy in his apartment building) who saw the scene of the accident, the man and the board, and were convinced it was him who had been hit. And it could’ve easily been him. I’m so sorry for the man who was killed in this collision, and his family. This is an entirely senseless death.
Be careful out there. And when you’re driving, please please remember that you’re now wrapped in tons of steel explicitly designed to keep you alive even when colliding with a similarly hulking vehicle, and the rest of us are just on feet, on bikes, or on wooden planks with wheels.
The Otamatone looks like a cool mini-synthesizer. You slide a finger up and down the neck to change the pitch, like a slide guitar or tannerin, and open and close the mouth for a rudimentary filter.
The problem is that you can never produce a note that’s actually in tune. It’s not a matter of precision on your part. It’s the fact that the pitch ribbon doesn’t work smoothly, but instead jumps from one pitch to another, none of which are in tune with each other or with the Western tuning system.
I bought one of these a couple years back and assumed I just needed practice until I saw the official Otamatone demos (one of which is above) and realized not even the people who made it could get the fucking things to play a single note that’s in tune.
The following is a screenplay the way five pages out of a sketchbook are a graphic novel.
INT. GREG’S APARTMENT - DINING ROOM
An endless torrent of people are falling out of a large tube, large as we imagine gods being large, and every single one of this greased up multitude is groping the person in front of them.
Greg angrily slammed the spaghetti dinner on the table, causing cutlery to clatter along the cheap red and white checkered cloth like frightened ants.
GREG
DINNER. Is. Rrrrrrrrrrready okay?
Diana is having none of this shit.
Monica is embracing her inner 80s Storm although she didn’t know it (Taken with instagram)
A short film starring Jonathan Nathaniel and Sarah Jean Hodkinson.
Directed and Edited by Mark Zanin
Written by Oliver Brackenbury
Cinematography by Greg Winterton
Sound by Ali Khurshid
Special thanks to Ogden Funeral Home for letting us use their beautiful chapel.
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So yes, this is a sequel of sorts to Eggs. Same characters, different story with a different feel to it. We all really enjoyed working on Eggs, so the team re-assembled to produce two more shorts. Yes yes, there is another one on the way!
1930s imagining of 1980s New York in the sci-fi musical Just Imagine (1930, dir. David Butler) (via)
Designed by art director Stephen Goosson, the city set was an elaborate miniature model that covered a ground area of 75 x 225 feet and whose tallest tower measured 40 feet.
Just Imagine’s New York was primarily inspired by architect Harvey Corbett’s prediction that 1970’s New York would resemble a “very modernized Venice” and by the futuristic urban designs presented in Hugh Ferriss’s 1929 book, The Metropolis of Tomorrow.
Ferriss’s drawings of the ”business center of the future” (pictures #3-5) provided the most direct inspiration for Goosson’s sets. Broad superhighways establish a geometric ground plan that extends upward through overlapping levels of bridges, streets, and terraced walkways. The grid of streets and bridges is pierced by huge freestanding skyscrapers surrounded by lower setback buildings, a design Ferriss created as an analogy to the natural world of “towering mountain peaks… surrounded by foothills”
The opening scenes of the (otherwise mediocre) film, which feature this cityscape, can be seen here.
More on the building of the Just Imagine set. Collection of Hugh Ferriss’s futuristic city sketches here.
Seems reasonable.
