Groundbreaking.
- Manny Mangos An exploration of the need to find genuine connections, the film worms its way into the brain: lush, deeply felt, very modern.
- Thomas
The new lagnuage of cinema is upon us.
- Jason Cozza
i want you to be honest about what this is really about. don't use words to hide what this is. to me this is about heartbreak. as your audience, i don't like the deception of the description. this is the story of the filmmaker, the director, not the subject. this isn't about her tough decision it's about the effects of her decision on you. at least that was my experience of it.
it's worth keeping in mind that in art i like calling a shoe a shoe. i think it's valuable to tell your audience the truth so that they are allowed to start in the right place. i know that not everyone agrees with that.
i really got into the movie after the first sequence. i think you could shorten the first sequence by half and it could be more effective. it feels, i think during the sequence about the stranger joke and after that, really honest or like.. it's not trying to do anything except be itself. i guess that doesn't make a lot of sense but i forgot that i was watching a movie YOU made and watched the movie itself. you as a filmmaker were present but not overly so. there was a naturalness to it that was lovely.
the subtitles in the stranger joke sequence were wonderful.
i really like this and i really like that you're doing it. thank you for sharing it with me
Last year Thomas got an internship at this non-profit. He went out for
drinks with some of his co-workers and I joined them. One of them was
this girl who worked there permanently. I slept with her and then after a
while I stopped sleeping with her.
i slept
with a coworker last year. it was when i was interning at ubs. i had
been there for several months and he just joined middle of the year. i
thought he was hot and then seduced him but then we were always friends
after that lol
We asked the diff inted reader a very simple question: What was your favorite drink of twenty-twelve? People tend to deviate from the subject in a complex manner. Here are [sic] replies from some of you freaks:
Patrick Pineyro is an insurance salesman and sex wizard based out of Miami.
When I watch an ep. of Boardwalk
Empire I'm left mostly with a strong desire to drink
whiskey neat. I can't drink my whiskey without ice because it's too cheap. What kind of whiskey did they drink during
Prohibition days? Even the richest of wets[1],
such as Nucky and his cohorts, must have had some close to undrinkable bathtub liquor in their
decanters: forget about the sludge your average joe was sluggin' in the
speaks.
My
wish came true last year around Christmastime at a fortuitous event: I went to dinner at my parents': a friend of theirs showed up: a
1%'er: possibly a 1% of the 1%. He brought with him four bottles of whiskey,
all single malt scotch: 1) Laphroaig,
18 Years Old 2) Dalwhinnie,
15 Years 3) Lagavulin,
16 Years 4) Macallan,
12 Years. We had a tasting, so we tasted. We insty'ed pix of the
tasting (documented by the now defunct @bdbiz - #whiskeytasting, #blessed,
#trulyblessed, if you can find the cache). We coughed. We swished. We laughed.
I admit I am no connoisseur. One of the whiskeys tasted like old vegetables
picked from a bed of garbage (Laphroaig 18, strong on peat flavors). But I drank the
Dalwhinnie and I actually tasted something – I tasted honey. It went down smooth
– smooth as in: no gag reflex, a heat in the gullet, but a minimal heat; and
not an unpleasant one, as with every other whiskey-served-neat experience I’ve
had before. It helped, too that we sipped the stuff from fine crystal: bar
glasses, heavy, so they have a presence in your hand: the base alone measures 1
½ inches. You could pour some Beam or some Jack in there, but you would look,
and be, ridiculous.
Granted,
winter is not winter in Miami, and this winter has been warmer than usual,
but it helped that the temperature was in the mid to high 70’s: I felt warm
rather than hot and rowdy like you do when you buy the usual liquor store stuff
that you have to mix with ice and coke to get down. I felt classy. I felt like
Johnny Walker Black on the rocks would never quite cut it again. I felt like a
wealthy criminal from a period crime drama on premium cable television. I felt
good. Best drink I’d had all year.
Rene Rodon is a Cuban-American film director living in Los Angeles.
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Vicari Valdes is a Brat enrolled in gender studies at NYU. She lives in Bushwick (duh).
My favorite drink
of 2012 is soda. Specifically Coca Cola or Pepsi. Doesn’t make a difference to
me. More than just great tasting it is a true symbol of freedom the world over.
Its beauty as I perceive it was so eloquently described in the novel Generation “П”:
Once upon a time in Russia there really was a carefree, youthful
generation that smiled in joy at the summer, the sea and the sun, and chose
Pepsi.
It's hard at this stage to figure out exactly how this situation
came about. Most likely it involved more than just the remarkable taste of the
drink in question. More than just the caffeine that keeps young kids demanding
another dose, steering them securely out of childhood into the clear waters of
the channel of cocaine. More, even, than a banal bribe: it would be nice to
think that the Party bureaucrat who took the crucial decision to sign the
contract simply fell in love with this dark, fizzy liquid with every fiber of a
soul no longer sustained by faith in communism…. children lounged on the
seashore in the summer, gazing endlessly at a cloudless blue horizon, they
drank warm Pepsi-Cola decanted into glass bottles in the city of Novorossiisk
and dreamed that some day the distant forbidden world on the far side of the
sea would be part of their own lives.
Girls is to our generation as All In The Family was to the Baby Boomers. The show's premise commits to realism, a definitive picture of living your twenties in the bar and club scene in Brooklyn. Yet underneath this thin sheet of plot lies a thick layer of irony and absurdity. Her episodes mix a blend of quirky female-lead character development, oblivious side characters with indiscernible motives and preposterous scenarios. You relate to familiar sounding conversations with parents about responsibility and what will you do with your life, or late night conversations with friends about relationships and sex. Then you're thrown into a tailspin, whites only Brooklyn in which DJs mix with two laptops (LOL!) and people say things like "He looks like a boss." Some people are quick to jump on the social justice/white privilege/tumblr hashtag bandwagon and give Lena SHIT for her lack of black characters in a show set in Brooklyn, or for focusing on the problems of an upper-class white girl living in luxurious apartments in a gentrified neighborhood. Writer Andrea Coates writes an insightful post about, amongst other writers, Lena Dunham, her well-off upbringing in NYC, and that when Lena Dunham writes (about sorrow) she doesn't feel as if it is a universal feeling of sorrow but rather she "want[s] the Reader to feel Sorry for ( the Character / Writer )." But this is all part of the charm of the show Girls and Lena's work as a writer. Her movie Tiny Furnitures is nothing but a narcissistic reflection of the individual experience of one woman through a diary format. Lena's show is solipsistic. It is as real as the world is in Lena's head.
February of twenty-ten, I've just turned twenty-two and I'm at the height of an alcohol abuse driving rampage that will end a year and a half later. Real Sparks has been out of the market for over a year. I nestle into a law office nightly with six packs of schlitz before the four loko turn-over. My band is punk, trying to survive in a musically dead swamp of South Florida where the only events people care about are the kind involving free drinks and social photography. Jacuzzi Boys and Electric Bunnies are the hottest acts in town and we're regular openers for them. We're staying punk, T Bone, Teepee and I. We pound beers. We get invited to play a show at Vagabond, a trendy shit club in the center of Miami nightlife, an area centered around a beating-heart parking lot and venues with suggestive names like "white room." We show up drunk and in drag. We demand money and free drinks. We get paid. We get free drinks. We set-up onstage to a sizable crowd. Within minutes our set turns into garbled guitar screeching and offbeat drumming. T Bone falls over his bass. I face away from the audience to keep the earth from sliding underneath my feet. On the way out we demand more money. We are not invited back. The local newspaper awards us with "Best Band Name" of the year. It means nothing, we don't book shows, people don't come to see us.
A seven inch pressed out of California makes its way to us. Chinese Restaurants, "Queen of the Skanks" sounds like every song we're currently trying to write and record. It's a modern day punk anthem. Where on earth are our long lost rat brothers?
LF Restaurant of the band puts out a solo record. Dick Papercuts. I read about it online and buy it the same day. I play it fives times in a row. Select lines from the record:
Doggie in the winter Tastes like aspirin
How
to
hide behind
a bitter wall of
doubt
They're punching the women.
If we ever find the people who did this we'll cut off their hands
and t i e them to the mast
We can't figure out what these lyrics are about. It's the greatest record we've ever heard.
VOICES FROM THE LAKE
I moved to NYC with a girl and nine months later I moved out of our apartment. I started living in a Williamsburg basement. A friend was thinking of moving to town and stayed with me for sometime. We played this record every day. I moved into the tea factory in Bushwick and he stayed living with me for a few more months. Now he lives two blocks away. We still play this record all the time.
JASON COZZA
The next David Lynch.
DARKEN DAZE
I walk through the broken glass, myself. With worn out beat up shoes. I step out of the house in the morning. I spot a dead rat with its insides splattered all over the ground. I walk a couple of blocks down to the train where a swarm of pigeons rip open a garbage bag like hungry jackals on a wounded impala. A gust of wind blows stained and crumbled styrofoam between my legs. I head underground and touch the sticky hand rail as I hear phlegmy coughs echoing from the tunnel walls. I'm walking through the crossroads down in the darkness, where I'll meet you. I need a bottle of Purell.
This is "Darken Daze," the b-side of Pink Reason's latest single.For those who are unaware, the song was penned by the legendary and elusive (T. Hanson) aka, THE JAGUAR
Basically, we love this song.
We really do.
SPRAGUE DAWLEY
One of the Geniuses of our times. His art is new aesthetic. He is differently interested.
The love molecule, they call it. We couldn't get enough of it this year. This powerful hormone engages humans in pair bonding activities such as sex, breast feeding, birth, hand holding, hand massaging, back rubs, hair caressing, face caressing, longingly looking into each others eyes, speaking honestly and frankly, hugging, kissing, making out, and dancing at 7 am in a sweaty warehouse packed full of people when ingested.
It reduces inhibitions and makes getting down and losing one's shit a biological imperative. We found ourselves talking at a million miles an hour, going to the bathroom over and over in droves to savor its beauty. Saying the most honest and beautiful things to each other while under its effects. We even heard of one instance where it landed someone a cushy job in Manhattan's financial district. It has made it possible to fall in love, develop a sense of altruism and optimism, and wipe away all societal constructs of negativity and shame.
Also, it makes music sound fucking amazing.
Wikipedia says:
GREAT TUNES
this was the best social media group of 2012 hands down
OPEN MINDEDNESS
Did you dance this year? A lot of people wrote in and asked us questions like "Do you like this?" or "Are you down with that?" We try to remind people that we don't have black and white opinions, that we don't "like" or "dislike." Everything in life is something we experience. Here's a good way to explain it:
Friend of ours came over to our house this year. We were talking about a hotly debated subject on the internet, a sort of "writer's" movement that's become popular in the past couple of months that we've grown interested in. We interrupted our friend for a second to go to the bathroom, but we eagerly hurried back. The "literature" movement, per se, is a bit amateurish, something anyone can approach and contribute to. Now imagine, this friend of ours, guest at our home, he is someone who's art we admire deeply. He views this "tumblr crap" as something negative, something to humiliate, something to be repulsed by. He asks us "what is your aversion to it?"
We have no aversion to it. We have no aversion to anything. Everything on earth that life has to offer is an experience we are happy to participate in. We give everything the same attention, the same love and dedication. We plan on continuing this policy in 2013. We love you. All of you. PROMISES FOR 2013
ARTIST BIOS
A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A DIFFERENTLY INTERESTED ARTIST IN THE FORMAT OF AN ESSAY OR MAYBE EVEN A MOVIE?
