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Every reader finds himself. The writer's work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself.
Marcel Proust
Meet Tate :)
B-man killing it. My favorite Elected song. Reminds me of a Vegas roadtrip a couple of years ago and the time I walked away with $2K at the blackjack table, and being so stoked that I won my rent money in just under two hours, while wired on three frothy mugs of cafe mochas at the Wynn. Good times :)
Children today will grow up taking for granted that an African-American or a woman can, yes, become the President of the United States.
Hillary Clinton
Reposted from my friend's Facebook. True and nothing new, but sometimes we could use a reminder.
- A.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced two beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions--and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff.
If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.
Take care of the golf balls first--the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked. The beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers with a friend.'
One of my friends invited me to contribute some snapshots of my favorite LA stomping grounds, and he selected these ten photos. Of these, three will be included in an anthology of books to be published by Taschen (which happens to be one of my favorite publishers). Pretty stoked and honored to even be considered, much less chosen, as photography is just a hobby. Since photography is pretty much everyone's hobby, it's really not that special, and anyone with a camera can do this and come up with interesting shots. These ten were taken by an iPhone and Canon DSLR, but the photos from other photographers chosen will be a mix of old and new tech, from Polaroids and Holgas to DSLRs and camera phones. If I had to pick ten, I probably wouldn't choose most of these, but that's what's so cool about art--it's highly subjective, and the viewer's perception of and engagement in it will differ from person to person.
A relative "oldie" (but goodie) from another local gem.
This local band is playing at the Walking Dead cast and crew party I got invited to tomorrow. There are so many amazing LA bands that haven't quite hit the mainstream, and Saint Motel is one of 'em.
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Much as I adore Godard, the use of the long take in Masculin, Feminin wasn't as effective, the impact of which was perhaps diluted by its extensive use in this film. Traditional coverage would've worked better in this scene, especially in Paul's interactions with these women and the overall context in which these encounters belonged, vis–à–vis the themes of gender politics in this film. The long takes were certainly a huge departure from the jump cuts Godard used in A Bout de souffle. The rest of this film is rather interesting, and it beautifully exemplifies the zeitgeist of 1960s Paris. I consider Leaud's performance in it his best since Les 400 coups.
I wrote a paper on this opening shot from Touch of Evil while I was a film student at UCLA.
I love long, fluid opening shots--from Welles and Hitchcock to Scorsese and Altman--but they have to be done sparingly and purposefully, or else they'll lose their impact and fall victim to style over substance. One take only, and everything and everyone has to hit their marks.
I'll be directing one of these film geek virtuoso shots for a scene in Triptych. It's going to be a logistical nightmare to shoot.
Can't wait to film it :)
One of my favorite photos (and homes)