ASA NISI MASA

24, M. Baltimore, MD.Film, Writing, Photo."Around these images, and cling: the notion of some infinitely gentle infinitely suffering thing."T.S.

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Yellow is a light which has been dampened by darkness; Blue is a darkness weakened by light.

-Goethe, Theory of Colours

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I've fallen in love with this woman's work.

Follow her: https://www.tumblr.com/search/silvia+grav

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Here it is: Field Niggas…. This film is a salute to the Summer nights of 2014. Watch it in 1080pHD. This goes out to all real New Yorkers the world over, and all souls against the concrete! Respect to everybody who ever stood in front of my camera. Salute to my brother Josh Furey for soldiering the audio, titles and posters. Sincere thanks given! Get prepared for the realest street document. The whole file is wild! I’m signing off as a True and Living field nigga. This is Visual calligraphy. This is some Barbara Walters 60 minute shit. Come walk with me for an hour. Peace! 

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A compilation of perfume ads directed by David Lynch.

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“What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.”

- The Raggedy Man

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Found this on Charles St. It reminds me of an imaginary place.

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The Running Man

Hanging from the baluster

Snarling through smoke, from filter to finger,

Thinking that I would light my soul if it had a wick.

Above the helicopters orbit in searchlight,

For the Running Man, and the County Line.

I have been him before.

Lifted and jackbooted, with the wind

We were impenetrable.

Rose hips our anthem, escape our crime.

En strada facendo.

With a restless heart searching for a place that does not exist.

One thousand match sticks blown out with the wind.

One thousand mornings slept through, by the Colossus,

Who trained my hands into fists.

Shipwrecked hands draw the curtain revealing;

Twilight. Pitch black. Stars hidden by the lamp light.

Above the helicopters orbit.

Then the dogs come,

Swift and mean.

This is all we really have.

I am attached.

Sessile. Substratum.

I am no longer alone.

The fire and its fuel have their romance.

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Just finished another shoot with Natasha Marshall. Medium format film photos will follow soon.

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The Dangers of Highway Hypnosis

I have failed at communicating for quite some time now.

It was like traveling inside a tunnel.

After a while all that was left was the wind.

I lost touch with love, triviality, and all of the other fractional pigments.

Worst of all, I lost my will to write.

Somewhere inside I've recognized the minuscule tinctures,

As they passed by me.

Shamefully I couldn't recall them by name,

I lost them to the wind.

Now, I know and understand the importance of

Taking the time to name them.

-Spencer Grundler

February 13, 2014

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I've come to a point where it doesn't even feel like I'm taking a picture unless its burning emulsion.

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 The first image is what I paid a photo lab to scan from my negative. The second image is the same negative I scanned myself on an Epson V600, then cropped.

Lesson: Scan everything myself. 

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Around 40 casting auditions today, these were some of my favorites.

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Pieces are coming together. Shooting The Black Door in less than three weeks.

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Autofuss shot this zoetrope inspired short with a laser triggered 26 camera array and long shutter speeds to create a concept of two lovers lost in a disruptive time warp.

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Beautiful imagery captured with long exposures on a 40 camera track system by Digital Air.