Saturday, November 13, 2004
mexican no wave
what you mean you're outta pad thai?
brown people with cameras: it just isn't supposed to be, they say. like two snowflakes with the last name Smith. or the Astros in the World Series. see, with a friend fumbling through film school I get a behind-the-scenes ocular google at the production of cinema (i get to use his shit, yo). and on the urging of no one, I decided that we should buckle up, throw some Pixies on the tape deck and ramble on the Dallas way. why, you might mumble? because there are films to make. small moments of magic that need to be encapsulated and digitized. plus, its fun.
hours later we stitched up some images and I scratched the cinematic itch I've had since I was going to skidaddle to film school years ago.
its a short sneeze, you see--non sequitir in scope--rooted in the bulbous poetry of Pablo Neruda. no turntables, Brazilian folk music or philosophy of science was used neither.
trust me.
in any case, god bless the dead.
somewhere in Dallas last night:
"that's what we need to do, man...you know what i mean?? (I continue to film while he's still driving).....d'you know where we're going??"
somewhere in Amsterdam in 1996:
"I guess a good image for this that the United States is far from being a free enterprise economy, it is an economy run by multiplicities of little Soviet Unions."
- Manuel De Landa on the hierarchical command aesthetic of corporations.
