Shunasassi
Still from the excellent horror movie Nightbreed.
“The lamella is an entity of pure surface, without the density of a substance, an infinitely plastic object that can not only incessantly change its form, but can even transpose itself from one to another medium: imagine a “something” that is first heard as a shrilling sound, and then pops up as a monstrously distorted body. A lamella is indivisible, indestructible, and immortal - more precisely, undead in the sense this term has in horror fiction: not the sublime spiritual immortality, but the obscene immortality of the “living dead” which, after every annihilation, re-composes themselves and clumsily goes on. As Lacan puts it in his terms, lamella does not exist, it insists: it is unreal, an entity of pure semblance, a multiplicity of appearances which seem to envelop a central void - its status is purely fantasmatic. “
( via A Piece Of A Monologue )
Civilization by Marco Brambilla (via Vimeo)
Civilization is a video installation we created with artist/director Marco Brambilla for the elevators Standard Hotel in NYC. It’s comprised of over 400 video clips and it takes elevator passengers on a trip from hell to heaven as they go up or from heaven to hell as they go down.
Absolutely amazing.
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(image of Charles Crumb’s graphomaniacal journal via Crumb)
- Harry Angel: "Louis Cyphere"...”Lucifer". Even your NAME is a dime store joke.
- Louis Cyphere: "Mephistopheles" is SUCH a mouthful in Manhattan.
Mankind Is No Island, shot entirely on cellphones for $57 and with a return of $20k in award moneys. I’d say that makes for a decent investment especially given todays somber economic times.
The unproduced screen adaptation of Philip K. Dick’s A Scanner Darkly written by Charlie Kaufman in 1997.
Yumeji’s Theme ~ Shigeru Umebayashi (from In The Mood For Love, Wong Kar Wai)
A beautiful song is not of this world; it is something different to your exam results, your bank statement, or the guarantees on your laptop. It is nothing to the price of rent or a full tank of fuel, the important things that you worry about, the points that fill you up and drag you around for most of the day. It does nothing for diplomacy, troop movements, or sanctions, it doesn’t get anyone elected, it doesn’t pay bills, it doesn’t contribute to the economy. In fact, it is antithetical to daily routines, uniforms, emails, SMS messages, cubicles and time cards.
It interrupts the serious things, all the things that society seems to be built upon, and points out the details like an angel on your shoulder. You work so that you can play again, and there’s really no point otherwise. You work so you can love, laugh, be loved, make jokes, enjoy life and be happy under warm bedroom lights, and we love in order to be reminded of this; sometimes, we need to be reminded, even if forcibly. A beautiful song is a terrorist attack on our souls on behalf of beauty.
Carts of Darkness ( dir. Murray Siple 2008, 59 min 27 s )
An excellent documentary about a group of homeless men who have combined bottle picking with the extreme sport of racing shopping carts down the steep hills of North Vancouver. ( via )
