Horror movie trailer my friends and I made for fun and published on Eshu Funk. I collaborated on editing and marketing materials with my friend and creative partner, Jabari Mickles.
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Horror movie trailer my friends and I made for fun and published on Eshu Funk. I collaborated on editing and marketing materials with my friend and creative partner, Jabari Mickles.
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Woke Dating
The dating self-help articles I desperately need right now...
-How to have a conversation about your queerness when dating lesbians and straight men.
-When to tell your date you're a 30-year-old divorcee.
-When and how to tell your date you're undocumented.
-How to not judge your date when they don't automatically volunteer to marry you for papers.
-5 questions to ask on a first date that will expose any socio-political red flags.
-How to tell if your date is a covert white supremacist.
-How to tell if your date suffers from internalized racism or homophobia, and what to do about it.
-Who pays for what: Dating, capitalism, and the patriarchy.
-How to date people more privileged than you without feeling resentment.
-How to date people more marginalized than you without wallowing in guilt and shame.
-How to date organizers - or not.
-How much is too much emotional labor?
-Boundaries: What they are, how to set them, and how to break them without hurting yourself and others too horribly.
-Monogamy vs. ethical non-monogamy and has anyone actually figured this out yet or should I just give up on commitment and meaningful romantic relationships.
-How to tell if your expectations for dating are just way too high.
-How to be a happy fuckgirl without making your momma cry.
#QueryTheWorld: High-Risk Actions
Questions I'm asking myself this week about my life and the larger movement that I feel and think are important for our sustainability and long-term vision:
-If risk-taking behavior is a sign of depression, how do organizations and activists make sure that we are not exploiting our community's mental health when asking/accepting high-risk action?
-How do we build a framework of communication, education, and community organizing that inspires critical thinking, and allows decisions to come from a place of power, not desperation?
-How can I assess my own mental health before committing to a high-risk action?
-What boundaries do I need to set with myself and the movement based on the level of education and consciousness I have in order to feel that my decision comes from a place of power and not pressure?
I believe that direct action is critical to transforming our world, that civil disobedience is a necessary tactic in our current socio-political context, and I recognize these questions are asked from a place of privilege and a particular experience. However, I think they are important exactly because of that. I fear that if we aren't asking these questions, we will end up dangerously close to exerting the same power over our communities that we are trying to liberate us from.
Movimiento Cosecha
Movimiento Cosecha is a nonviolent movement fighting for permanent protection, dignity, and respect for the 11 million undocumented immigrants in the United States. I volunteer for them here and there, and edited this video from footage they streamed live on Facebook of an action shutting down a detention center in Boston for two hours in preparation for May Day 2017.
The New World Foundation
The New World Foundation is a small family foundation in New York City that strengthens community-based organizations and local leadership. I do a variety of freelance communications projects for them, including: writing and research for board meetings and blogs; strategic digital communications advice and implementation; copy writing and website updating; social media administration; digital content production. Below are a few of the visual communications materials I've created for them.
Muslim Ban: Blaming airport workers is dangerous and wrong
This piece was originally published on Feb. 7, 2017 in Medium.
The Baltimore Sun published an op-ed by Chris Edelson titled “Ordinary Americans carried out inhumane acts for Trump” on February 6, 2017.
It starts by listing some of the tragic stories we’ve all heard over the past two weeks as a result of Trump’s Executive Order banning Muslim immigrants and refugees in certain countries from entering the U.S.
A week ago, men and women went to work at airports around the United States as they always do. They showered, got dressed, ate breakfast, perhaps dropped off their kids at school. Then they reported to their jobs as federal government employees, where, according to news reports, one of them handcuffed a 5-year-old child, separated him from his mother and detained him alone for several hours at Dulles airport.
I agree that we cannot normalize what is happening, and Edelson’s contrasting storytelling here is effective at highlighting the disconnect between our everyday work lives and the inhumane, authoritarian orders coming down the White House pipeline, particularly for those tasked with directly carrying out those orders.
But as I see this op-ed shared throughout my activist network, I feel the need to give a warning about the dangerous, incomplete truth it communicates, and provide a deeper analysis rooted in experience.
Edelson continues his op-ed explaining that authoritarian regimes rely on ordinary people to obey instructions, citing the Miligram Experiment, which concluded that most folks are reluctant to resist authority.
“…authoritarians have no trouble finding the people they need to carry out their acts of cruelty. They do not need special monsters; they can issue orders to otherwise unexceptional people who will carry them out dutifully.”
Let me tell you a little about these so-called “unexceptional people.” According to NPR, in 2010, TSA officers were the lowest paid federal employees, with salaries starting at $25,000/year.
In the very same airports Edelson highlights in his piece, low-wage airport and service workers joined in the #FightFor15 last September to deliver a petition asking airport authority to raise their wages so they can support their families. And after years of protesting, workers in New York and New Jersey supported by SEIU won an increase in their minimum wage last December.
I don’t care what psychological evidence on authoritarian regimes Edelson wants to bring to the table – as a white, male professor, his privilege is showing.
For those of us who live in the constant emergency mode of living paycheck to paycheck; for those of us who have to deal with racial, gender, and age discrimination at work, and the respectability politics that disproportionately affect us; for those of us who are undocumented and take a risk just showing up for work – resistance is more complicated.
I write as someone who has spent most of her life as an undocumented white woman living paycheck to paycheck in constant struggle with management because the moral values my parents instilled in me and the injustice I experienced throughout my life told me things weren’t right and I deserved more.
But even with those strong convictions, it wasn’t until my family was protected from deportation, and I had the safety of DACA (Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals), that I felt secure enough to stand up for myself. This, combined with my racial privilege and economic privilege as a young person with few responsibilities outside myself, finally allowed me to walk off a job or two—and it is only through the personal relationships built on accountability and deep solidarity that I survived without completely sacrificing my livelihood.
Most of us aren’t as lucky—we walk away alone as our colleagues turn away, as we are vilified, as we are intentionally isolated and silenced, taking big hits, not just financially, but to our reputations and future ambitions.
“The first thing the enemy tries to do is isolate revolutionaries from the masses of people, making us horrible and hideous monsters so that our people will hate us.” -Assata Shakur
Neo-liberalism — anywhere that it rears its ugly head, including our locally owned businesses, our academic institutions, and nonprofits — is an enemy.
It has us compete with each other, often dividing us by our identities and cultures, rather than encouraging us to build interdependent relationships that would give us power to be treated right and to resist bad orders; it wraps up our value as human beings in how productive and financially successful we are rather than the things we contribute to humanity outside of material wealth; it gives us the illusion of a stable, middle-class life while it increases the gap between rich and poor, keeping us all dependent on a machine that will simply replace us once we’re of no use—once we resist.
The question for working-class folks is not “What will we do,” as Edelson writes. Because we’ve been doing. It’s “How do we educate each other, and understand our struggle for survival is connected to the fight against racism, xenophobia, homophobia, neo-liberalism, etc. to build power so we can lead the fight against authoritarianism?”
And then we turn to those with more privilege with follow-up questions: 1) How will you get to know me, so that we can build a relationship of deep solidarity and commitment with each other? 2) How will you support me—financially, physically, emotionally — when I stand up for injustice in the workplace? 3) How will you share in the labor, so that I can spend time developing my leadership, sharing my stories and struggles, and organizing my people?
Edelson writes, “Most of us will not face the stark choice employees at airports faced over the weekend,” and he’s right. The ugliness of neo-liberalism and the injustice that trickles down from it is often a subtle part of our “ordinary” lives, and most of us are complicit, intentionally or unintentionally.
As a marginalized person with some privilege, I’ve done a lot of intentional work on the way I think and the way I act over the last few years, supported in my education and listening to those who have struggled more and differently than I have. And my first response when those executive orders came down was not “what are airport workers doing to resist,” it was “how can we support airport workers in their resistance.”
So as we ask ourselves “what will we do” to resist — let’s do it with self-awareness and an understanding that people aren’t the problem, systems of oppression are the problem, and we cannot build collective power to fight against authoritarianism without an understanding of how these systems affect those we’ve labeled as “ordinary” who are charged with carrying out injustice, and without being in relationship with, and deeply committed to them.
Warmi
Warmi is a organization that empowers femme-identifying immigrants in New York City with real-life skills to become financially independent. I was a volunteer with these wonderful mujeres, and they let me practice my new videography skills by making a video of what they're all about.
Homesick
Perhaps home isn't a place, but an irrevocable condition. -James Baldwin
Me han dicho que tengo los ojos de mi abuelito
My abuelito died this week. Because of my immigration status, I haven’t been able to leave the country to visit him for 20 years, and I couldn’t go see him when he got sick, or attend the funeral. So I wrote this poem/letter to my family in Spain as a eulogy for him. Thanks to my dad for helping with the translation!
Me han dicho que tengo los ojos de mi abuelito, a todos les gustan mis ojos y cada vez que me lo dicen, yo les digo: Me han dicho que tengo los ojos de mi abuelito.
Pero yo no conozco a mi abuelito, y no estaba allí cuando sus ojos se cerraron.
Y hoy, lloro a través de esos ojos, porque siento que me fuí. Siento que no volví. Siento que no me mantuve en contacto. Siento que no dije gracias. Siento que no te conozco. Siento que no estoy allí con vosotros ahora.
Pero siento en mi corazón un amor integral, sin fronteras, que se mueve por mis venas y solo tropieza cuando llega a mi lengua.
Miro fotos, y reconozco tus mejillas, y nariz, y boca, cuando me miro al espejo, y espero que algún día, sabré qué decir y como hacerte sonreír.
Y con los ojos de mi abuelito, imaginando toda la vida que pasó, antes, entre tanto, y después que fueron pasados a mí, encontraré maneras de conectar contigo, de recordarte y quererte.
LIVE: Interviews with Bernie Supporters at the DNC 2016
I traveled to Philadelphia during the Democratic National Convention and interviewed Bernie Sanders supporters for The Tempest on Facebook Live through my story as an undocumented immigrant.
Hey girl! You can make a movie this weekend for free
Skip film school, leave your wallet at home, and bring your whole self.
Here are some filmmaking shortcuts I wish someone had curated into this neat lil’ list for me when I set out to make the shittiest short doc ever, so that you, my friend, can go straight to the raw storytelling.
Read my piece on DIY filmmaking tools in The Tempest.
Caminante: A Broken Heart Mixtape
Originally published in The Tempest.
I’m an American. Not in the nationalist sense of the word – #FuckBorders – but I don’t know how else to describe my snotty attitude, self-righteous imperialist tendencies, and the Pavlovian patriotism that surfaces every time I see fireworks.
Unfortunately, the United States is that annoying friend who’s always saying “prove it,” and I’m undocumented so I can’t, and now our relationship’s complicated. The fact that I’m months away from getting a Green Card is making it even weirder. After 18 years away, I’ll be able to visit the country I was born in – the Spain that kissed me goodbye and told me to write – to face the shame of never looking back. Boohoo.
In preparation to make peace with España and figure out if there’s any of it left in me, I sheepishly WhatsApp-ed my cousins in broken Spanish for something to help me connect: their favorite musica Española. It didn’t go well. Apparently reggaeton has infected the whole world, and I’m the only Hispanic who wants to drown it out with down beats. So I put my research skills to work and curated a mixtape of music from Spain that speaks to my broken heart, still figuring out which side of the Atlantic it belongs to. I can’t even cry in Spanish, ya’ll.
1. “Adíos Mi España” || La Shica
Voy a morirme de pena viviendo tan lejos de ti.
“I’m going to die of regret living so far from you.” There’s nothing subtle in this unforgiving piece of poetry originally written for Antonio Molina. It’s hard to imagine who I’d be and how I’d be living if my parents had never brought us to the U.S., but I do it sometimes anyway – there’s a lot more tremolo-backed romance in that life.
2. “Pequeño Vals Vienés” || Sílvia Pérez Cruz
Dejaré mi boca entre tus piernas, mi alma en fotografías y azucenas…
“I’ll leave my mouth between your legs, my soul in photographs and lilies…” This song is the musical embodiment of that kind of loopy-crazy feeling you get when something really bad just happened and all you can do is laugh. It doesn’t make much narrative or grammatical sense, but the desperation and hysteria are definitely not lost in translation.
3. “Ahora Que La Mierda Ya Me Llega Hasta Los Ojos” || Espaldamaceta
Y has venido guapa con los ojos inundados de cosas que has vivido sin estar yo a tu lado.
“You’ve come pretty with your eyes flooding with things you’ve lived without me by your side.” I think of my mom when I listen to this one. I moved to the U.S. at age 3 and am returning to Spain as a pseudo-tourist – it’s a whole other heartbreak when you leave somewhere that raised you, and return after 20 years to find it continued on without you.
4. “Palabras Para Julia” || Paco Ibáñez
Tú no puedes volver atrás porque la vida ya te empuja como un aullido interminable.
“You can’t go back because life pushes you like an endless howl,” is the opening line of this little ditty. Cue the waterworks. And then stop, ‘cause Paco (and José Agustín Goytisolo, who wrote the poetry) says there’s no use crying at a blind wall – the object of life is love, friendship, and the dignity of all. Gotta love those humanists.
5. “Con Toda Palabra” || Las Migas
Me entrego a tus brazos con miedo y con calma.
“I deliver myself into your arms with fear and calm” pretty much describes what I imagine my reunion with my family will be like, and after begging for tips on Spanish music, they can probably smell the desperation for acceptance across the Atlantic. I’ll just tell them it’s a popular American scent…
6. “Lluvia” || Mala Rodriguez
La lluvia se lo va a llevar todo, uno o otro modo, poco importa si miras desde arriba del todo.
“The rain will take it all, one way or another, little matters when you’re looking down from above.” As a mid-low-profile immigrant with heaps of white/European privilege (my brother took all the melanin in our family), this is a good reminder to have some perspective and stop being such a whiny baby. I reserve the right to cry in my bedroom, though – lemme know if you want to collect my lluvia of white tears.
7. “Desorden” || Maria Rodés
Vuelvo a pasar por el camino acostumbrado, sin acordarme que es el camino equivocado.
“I keep going the way I’m used to, forgetting it’s the wrong way.” One of the toughest parts of breaking up, romantic or otherwise, is undoing the patterns of thought and behavior that were once comfortable habits, now turned painful memories. The last time I was in Spain was a bit traumatic, and on the surface my brain totally gets I’m returning under different circumstances, but when I lose control to my subconscious, it takes me down a dark, familiar path.
8. “Quebradizo y Transparente” || El Hijo
Ella busca el amor perfecto, a veces cree encontrarlo al mirarse en los espejos.
“She looks for the perfect love, and sometimes believes she’s found it in the mirror.” This line sunk my heart to my toes. When I came out as undocumented, I thought I had finally found a place I fit in with the immigrant rights community – but I’m not Latinx enough for them, and I’m not American enough for America, and I’m not Spanish enough for Spain. Just gotta love myself, I guess.
9. “No + Llorá” || Bebe
Y hay algunas [canciones] que nadie jamás quiero que comprendan porque son pa’ mi na’ ma’ pa’ mi corazon, pa’ mis pensamientos pa’ mi reflexión, pa’ mi.
“There are some songs that I don’t want anyone to understand because they’re just for me, for my heart, for my thoughts, for my reflection, for me.” I’m looking forward to sharing my journey back to Spain, maybe with you! But as Twitter happy as I am, I hope to keep some things between me and the sea.
10. “Cantares” || Joan Manuel Serrat
Caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar, golpe a golpe, verso a verso.
“Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking, blow by blow, verse by verse.” My mom used to sing this song at the top of her lungs, unfortunately, but the beautiful poetry of Antonio Machado rings true. It reminds me of an even more relevant version of the phrase by Gloria Anzaldúa, “Wanderer, there are no bridges, you make them by walking.” Did I say #FuckBorders yet?
Ask Me Anything: L’esther + Esther for The Tempest
I had the fun privilege of taking over The Tempest’s Snapchat (@wearethetempest) for a week in June 2016. Before signing off, I hosted an Ask Me Anything with my sidekick, L’esther.
Watch the hilarity below.
Expert advice for Donald Trump on who to pick for Vice President
Since you’re having such a hard time finding a running mate, I thought my experience as a media junkie makes me a qualified consultant on the matter, just like your experience in reality TV makes you an expert politician. Plus, I have a proven track record as a matchmaker! Just ask all the friends I’ve set up about the horrible dates they’ve been on thanks to my excellent taste in villains.
I just hope you don’t mind I’m an illegal alien. My last trip to Mars really opened up my third eye, though, so it’s like I have ESPN or something. Hope one of these works out for ya!
Read my top 10 picks for Trump’s running mate in The Tempest.
5 rockin’ zines by radical femmes you can read right now
Somewhere in the existential cracks between Tumblr blogs and grocery store magazine racks lies zine culture. This magical niche of self-published expression exists as an international postal and digital network of activists, artists, musicians, and really – just about anyone who has something to share and the do-it-yourself ethos to get it out there.
Read my piece on feminist music zines in The Tempest.
One Train May Hide Another: An Interview With Jim Jarmusch
Originally published as the cover story for the January 2014 issue of SLUG Magazine. Read it online or in print.
“I love getting lost in a place I don’t really know—it’s something very freeing. Instead of anxiety, like some people have, I feel so free to be lost,” says Jim Jarmusch. “I like to follow instincts, and oddly enough, it’s a kind of discipline. My little game of ‘get lost and don’t know where you are’ is a process for me that is very helpful for my imagination.”
Most know Jarmusch as an influential writer-director of American independent cinema, boasting an interlacing filmography of artistic, counter-culture films like Dead Man, Ghost Dog and The Limits of Control since the release of his debut full-length, Permanent Vacation, in 1980 as a 27-year-old grad student at NYU. The man is a sub-cultural icon, eschewing the mainstream to create rewarding works of art that long to be close read.
Raised on Jean-Luc Godard and New Wave cinema, nurtured through adolescence by Kenneth Koch and the New York School poets, and slow diving into the future with the support of ATP Recordings and a handful of relevant musicians, Jarmusch’s intellectual repertoire is expansive and continuing. Much like his films, the man has the ability to lose himself in the present details, while retaining an impressive understanding of the past. Perhaps it was subconscious self-reflection that materialized the filmmaker’s latest character creations: a couple of incisive, decades-old vampires in his upcoming release, Only Lovers Left Alive.
“My interest was, ‘Wow, if you could be alive that long, imagine what your perceptions would be like and all the experiences you’d have.’ Your knowledge of things would be incredible, if you could remember it all … Just having an overview of history that way was very attractive to me,” says Jarmusch.
Only Lovers Left Alive is the filmmaker’s addition to a long history of vampire mythology in both literature and film, and he’s versed on the great and obscure. Jarmusch links his characters’ British roots to “The Vampyre,” a poem written by Lord Byron’s physician, John Polidori, in 1819, the first time vampires appear in literature. Film-wise, he cites Carl Dreyer’s Vampyr, first and foremost, claiming it’s more of a poem than a monster movie. “I like the ones that walk outside the margins, that follow the genre in a way, but they’re not just following the Bram Stoker Dracula idea,” he says. “Of course, Nosferatu is an incredibly great film as is the universal Dracula with Bela Lugosi as well, but those are the ones that meet the expectation, and I like the ones that are traveling outside the mainstream.”
Only Lovers Left Alive, before anything else, is a love story between Adam (Tom Hiddleton) and Eve (Tilda Swinton). “Ours isn’t a horror movie … they just happen to be vampires. The thing I love about vampires, too, is that they’re not monsters, they’re humans that have been transformed,” says Jarmusch. “Even Nosferatu is not purely a monster—there’s a sophistication to him.” Adam and Eve are such altruistic vampires, in fact, that acquiring blood the more traditional and fatally seductive way is considered retro and obscene. He describes his characters eloquently, calling them both wild, but saying, “ … [Adam’s] the guiding sunlight of the film, [Eve] the golden light of reason and intelligence … She’s very happy to have the gift of her consciousness—it’s something very fragile and beautiful to her—and he is too, but he’s a little more romantic in a way, tortured a little, somehow.”
The filmmaker is known for being somewhat incestuous in his use of cast and crew members, and Swinton is quite obviously a favorite actor, and a good friend. According to Jarmusch, Only Lovers Left Alive might have remained in the shadows had she not kept the project going despite the film’s languid start and precarious financing. The part of Eve was written with her in mind from the beginning. “It’s good to work with people you know, but you’ve always gotta remember there’s people you don’t know who are amazing that you might get a chance to meet and work with, too,” says Jarmusch, who also gushed over French cinematographer Yorick Le Saux, production designer Marco Bittner Rosser and editor Affonso Gonçalves, all of whom he worked with for the first time on this film.
Other than using children’s digital cameras from Toys “R” Us for The Raconteurs’ “Steady, As She Goes” music video in 2006, Only Lovers Left Alive also marks Jarmusch’s introduction to shooting digitally. “I’m a film person. I love the magical thing of film, which is, first of all, light affecting chemistry on the surface of the film material, and then light passing through the print when you project it that creates this magical world of light and shadow,” says Jarmusch.
“Now, digital is a different kind of magic: It’s numbers being translated. So, my first thing is that I don’t like digital, and I don’t like MP3 sound, and I like analogue sound and vinyl and cassettes … but at the same time, I believe in these things as tools, and I love technology—I just love the old stuff, too.”
However, all of his qualms about digital, including the neverending depth of field and unnatural skin tones in daylight, didn’t end up applying when shooting Only Lovers because it was mostly shot at night. Shooting digital ended up being more efficient, as the desired effect in a scene could be achieved with very minimal lighting, among other benefits. “I found great strength in [digital] even against my own prejudice,” says Jarmusch. “So it turned out to be quite a magical tool for what we were doing and very helpful. It changed my preset dinosaur obsession with film, and now I’m more open.”
Jarmusch’s creative process is incredibly free-flowing, reflective of his self-proclaimed motto: “It’s hard to get lost if you don’t know where you’re going”—which is one of the many reasons why his films stand out. When beginning production for 2009’s The Limits of Control, for example, he didn’t even have a script—just a lot of ideas that were collected along the way. Only Lovers Left Alive started with a full script, but veered from it often. “I have this one chance in my life to be in this place, shooting this thing, with these people, so I’m going to shoot as much as I can think up,” says Jarmusch. “I have to do that because I don’t know what I’m doing—I know that I will figure it out in the editing room … You have to listen to the film, and that’s just my way to capture everything I can … ”
He describes a scene in the film where Adam and Eve have a sort of quarrel, saying that in preparation, he asked Hiddleston and Swinton to write out their own lengthy speeches, venting to the other character. Though Jarmusch cut out most of the dialogue, he was able to capture the feeling needed for the scene. “I’m always playing like that, trying to think of another angle for something. If we’re standing outside to do a shot and it starts to rain, most films will say, ‘OK, shut down, it’s raining, it’s not in the script,’” says Jarmusch. “Well, my first reaction is, ‘Mmm, what would this scene be like in the rain?’ …
“I don’t like to follow the map too closely, because in life, when you take the detour, that might be where you meet your lover! Or that might be the place you learned something you never expected.”
Of course, no Jarmusch film is complete without an exceptional, personally curated score and soundtrack. Only Lovers’ composer is Dutch lutist Jozef van Wissem, with whom Jarmusch released two albums in 2012, supplemented by Jarmusch’s latest musical project, SQÜRL, a trio including Carter Logan and Shane Stoneback. SQÜRL released two EPs in 2013, consequently with vampiric squirrel cover art and track names that undoubtedly relate to the new film. SLUG music writer Ryan Hall describes them as “no wave destruction paired with the lethargic and caustic wail of major-chord stoner riffs and a warped, warbled approximation of the music of the American West.” With a rich and varied musical background himself, Jarmusch’s track selections are always a special gift for music aficionados.
“There’s a kind of cowardly nature in the corporate film world where the suits want everyone to get what they expect, and what a drag. What kind of life is that where you just get what you expect? So I find it so disappointing when there are these incredible genres of music around the world, and then it always sounds like the same thing.”
Musical cameos in Only Lovers include Lebanese singer Yasmine Hamdan, who wrote the song she’s seen performing specifically for the film, New York psychedelic space rockers White Hills in a quick scene, and the soundtrack features Zola Jesus, ’60s soul singer Denise LaSalle and rockabilly musician Charlie Feathers. Like everything else, the music in the film is a carefully selected detail with a touch of meaning beyond its surface appeal—especially with one of the main characters (Adam) being a musician. “[Adam and Eve] have been alive a long time, so they appreciate things from all of human history, and they’re also not hierarchical about high culture/low culture—they appreciate it all,” says Jarmusch. “So having lute music, which is particularly associated with Baroque and Renaissance periods, mixed with sludgy, molten drone rock, is a kind of nice way to reflect that mixture of their interests as well … They like good stuff—they don’t care if it’s Franz Schubert or Charlie Feathers’ rockabilly—if it’s good, it’s good, and they don’t differentiate that way.”
It’s very Jarmuschian to write a love story about vampires free of the lustful violence usually associated with the genre. Jarmusch’s style has been criticized in the past as dull and contrived, but to appreciate his films, one must lose all expectations of Hollywood allure and watch them in the same way one would read a poem, or look at a painting: making connections, finding pleasure in the weighted details and minute brush strokes, and accepting the incomprehensible.
“These poetic structures are much more inspiring to me in the form of my films, in a way, than prosaic structure because poetry leaves spaces around things. Poetry doesn’t have to connect everything syntactically or even logically,” says Jarmusch. “Someone said—I think it was e e cummings—that you can understand a poem without knowing what it means—which I love so much … A lot of people don’t get it or they may not like it, but the hell with ‘em.”
It can be important to have waited at least a moment to see what was already there. Only Lovers Left Alive has been screening at film festivals around the world, including the New York Film Festival and Cannes, and will make an appearance at Sundance in the Spotlight category. If you don’t catch it there, it’s set for theatrical release in April of this year.
Millennial
My generation's a nostalgic one. Our time is spent recreating and reminiscing the past. It’s a weekly #tbt followed by an #fbf and new “vintage” clothes and cult classics and Mad Men and mustaches and Lana Del Rey.