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Harmony Korine Day

 

“All I want to see is pieces of fried bacon taped on walls, because most films just don’t do that.”

‘Harmony Korine has said a lot of things like that in a career of over twenty years. (He said that in 1999 to fast friend Werner Herzog at the Telluride Film Festival.) Plus, one of his most indelible inventions was in “Gummo,” his directorial debut, in which a kid savors a plate of spaghetti in the bathtub. I met Korine around the time that movie was released, and had the briefest of food moments, standing in a hotel hallway as he chased a journalist from the room rented for the day by “Fine Line Features: A Time Warner Company” by hailing a plate with a cold hamburger, and then the single-serving Heinz ketchup at the back of the door. As the older journalist scurried away, the twenty-three or -four or -five-year-old filmmaker greeted me with a grin: “I’m Harmony, I hear you’re from the South, too.”

‘“Gummo” is so Southern, I said. “Oh, it’s completely Southern, it’s totally, one-hundred percent Southern. I’m a Southern boy so how would it not be? I’d say ‘Gummo’ is an American film; it’s Southern, but it’s strange. But it’s a genre-fuck. I love the South, love it. I didn’t leave until I was eighteen. I had to move out to understand it. I couldn’t have made that film if I hadn’t left Tennessee for those four or five years.” (And with “Spring Breakers” and “The Beach Bum,” Miami is about as far South as you can go.)

‘He is not a “kid” anymore, hardly enfant, sometimes terrible. Now he is just-turned forty-six. A man who in middle age got his best reviews in 2017, for his offhanded yet precise performance as a middle-aged pepper-and-salt-bearded john in “The Girlfriend Experience.” (“I really want to touch you” comes off as needy but also keenly manipulative in Korine’s mouth.)

‘What is “Harmony Korine”?

‘A fierce and devoted lover of the Marx Brothers, not limited to on-camera Zeppo and off-camera Gummo.

‘A devotee of vaudeville: patter, patterns, sweet nonsense in tightly rolled patterns.

‘A connoisseur and bravura practitioner of deceptive advertising.

‘A confectioner of faux-biography, sugared anew at each and every publicity opportunity.

‘A collector of bad notices: in New York magazine, David Denby called “Gummo” “Beyond redemption… An instructive artifact of the late twentieth century, an example of extreme disgust with the media that expresses itself in the media.”

‘A collector of mentors: “Kids”’ Larry Clark; “Gummo” and “Julien Donkey-Boy” producers Scott Macaulay and Robin O’Hara; Werner Herzog; designer and Parisian patron of the arts, agnès b.

‘A film inhaler (always studious, never a student). For instance, among all the things that could be culled from the neon delirium of “Spring Breakers,” Korine was working his way through his feelings for John Cassavetes’ crime film “Killing of a Chinese Bookie,” Britney Spears’ “Everytime” and the dramas of little-known English filmmaker Alan Clarke, with movies like “Christine” and “Elephant.”

‘A fine eye for photography: Diane Arbus, Nan Goldin; his cinematographers Jean-Yves Escoffier and Benoît Debie.

‘A crack-up, a cut-up, a pastiche artist. A hodge-podger. A maker of media “combines,” to use the word the way Robert Rauschenberg did to describe some of his key visual experiments. A sprawl of lists of influence could be compiled, lists of lists, even. Books could be written, not all illustrated by Harmony.

‘An eye-opener to successive waves of young artists into the twenty-first century, art-school artists or not; hate or love, “Gummo” is a succession of WTF moments that say: you, too, can frag your fragmented, media-infused consciousness. (Even at the time of its release, Korine was fully invested in the elemental cliché of Andy Warhol’s lasting musical mash-up: “Velvet Underground put out their first album, and almost nobody bought it, but everyone who did started a band that sounded just like them.”)

‘A sum of other artists, but not their artistry: the form of his films remains a collation of parts, not a pre-fashioned fabric. Even the seductive surfaces of “Spring Breakers” gain power from fugue-like repetition, as if we were watching a video loop from a gallery installation, repeated, repeated.

‘A gallery artist.

‘A maker of lists.

‘A maker of lists, sparsely decorated, which have sold in galleries for substantial sums.

‘A filmmaker who understood what he was up to from the get-go. From our 1997 conversation: “The most subversive thing you can do with this kind of work, the most radical kind of work, is to place it in the most commercial venue. When Godard did ‘Breathless,’ the reason it became influential and changed the cinematic vernacular is that it came out in a commercial context. I only think things change when they’re put out to the masses, regardless if somebody dislikes them.”’ — Ray Pride

 

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Further

Harmony Korine @ IMDb
‘I want to do extreme damage’: Harmony Korine’s third coming
Harmony Korne @ Gagosian
Harmony Korine @ ICONOCLAST IMAGE
Harmony Korine Is Back—and as Weird as Ever
Harmony Korine: “Avec mon cinéma, je cherche à créer une impression physique chez le spectateur”
HARMONY KORINE PLAYS DRACULA
Charlie Fox on Harmony Korine’s ‘Gummo’
Why Harmony Korine Likes Painting More Than Making Movies
Interview: Harmony Korine
Everything You Need to Know About Harmony Korine’s Filmmaking Style
I STILL LIKE TO MOW IT ALL DOWN: Harmony Korine
Harmony Korine in Conversation with Amy Taubin
Harmony Korine: “un film, c’est comme une drogue”
Director Harmony Korine on the Extremely Weird Music That Made Him
Harmony Korine On A Lifetime of Singular Art
A GUIDE TO HARMONY KORINE, THE WEIRDEST FILMMAKER OF HIS GENERATION
Imperfect Harmony
Harm Reduction
Harmony Korine: ‘I’m the Most American Director in the World’
Harmony Korine by Richard Bishop

 

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Extras


HARMONY KORINE: Raiders at Gagosian Beverly Hills


Harmony Korine | Cinéastes au Centre


Harmony Korine: On Filmmaking


Larry Clark and Harmony Korine on the Making of KIDS


The complete saga of Harmony Korine on Letterman

 

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Interview
by Stephen T. Hanley

VICE: Let’s start with your directorial debut, Gummo. I’d imagine, after writing Kids, the studios were anticipating something vaguely similar, not a nonlinear art film.

Harmony Korine: Yeah, I don’t think there was any understanding before, or even after, on the part of the studios or people who financed the movie. I remember giving the script to Miramax, because the studio had produced Kids, and I don’t think any of them even made it past page eight. I knew the only reason I’d ever get a chance to make Gummo was because of the success of Kids, so when New Line Cinema financed it, it was more like, “Here, take this money, and hopefully you’ll have, like, the residue of the success of the last film.” But I was really focused on trying to create something specific that had to do with something that was a vision inside me.

I read that the TV show Cops was a big inspiration.

Yeah. I had a segment from the show that was about glue sniffers, which I re-edited so it was just a kid sitting on a stump with gold paint in his mouth. It was a repetition of him just saying the same thing over and over again and hearing the cops talk to him—a beautiful image of gold flecks of paint and dust flying out of his mouth. I thought I could contextualize that and put it into [Gummo], but we found his family, and he’d died, and the family didn’t want to give us the rights.

Cops was weirdly groundbreaking for its time—pre-internet, you didn’t see a lot of that kind of stuff in the media.

Yeah. Also, it was the first representation of what I’d seen growing up in the South in any type of media. There was no proper representation of, like, Southern culture or trash culture. The most exciting thing on the show was that they would kick a door down, and you would see heavy metal posters on the wall or some kid with a Bone Thugs-n-Harmony T-shirt listening to country music. It was the first time you’d see that kind of weirdness at the cross sections of pop culture. It was a really influential show because it was the first time people were seeing this.

You wrote Kids at 19 and were directing at 24. Was is it daunting making movies at such a young age?

It was fun. It was a surprise, maybe, to my parents or to the people who grew up around me because I was mostly a delinquent, but for me, it wasn’t a surprise because I knew I needed to make things at that point. It was exciting because I was finally getting to do what I wanted, but at the same time, it was crazy—I started getting into narcotics, and there was a wildness to it all.

In the late 1990s, you set about making the movie Fight Harm, where you’d provoke strangers to the point that they would beat you up. What made you want to make it and why was it never completed?

I just wanted to make what I thought would be the greatest comedy of all time. I thought there was always some essence of violence in the purest form of comedy, like WC Fields slipping on a banana peel, and I thought the repetition of getting into fights would be funny. I saw Fight Harm becoming one of the most popular things I could ever create, but really quickly—after eight or nine fights—it started to take its toll, and I ended it.

You stopped making art and movies from 1999 to 2007, after Julien Donkey-Boy. Where were you in those missing years?

I mostly disappeared. I didn’t really want to have anything to do with anything, really. I just wanted to live a separate life. I was obviously super enthusiastic about narcotics, and so I was probably coming out of that. I lived in London for a while… France and South America. I guess, in some ways, those are lost years.

Were you burnt out?

I don’t even know if I was burnt out. I always want to entertain myself, so when things become too serious I check out and go do something else. I don’t really care what it is—as long as I’m making something, I’m OK.

How were you entertaining yourself during that time?

Mowing lawns or shooting guns.

Were you making movies?

No, not really. At that point in my life, I was more drawn to a more criminal mentality.

Were friends concerned about you or urging you to get back into making things?

I don’t think so. Toward the end of that period, I was so lost and debased. I pretty much disconnected from everyone I knew.

You returned with Mr Lonely in 2007, which is such a sad movie. Did those years play into that sadness?

Yeah, probably. I was coming out of something, and there was a sadness to it.

That Iris Dement song you used in the final sequence is heartbreaking.

[Laughs] I remember watching the first cut of that movie; I thought, Holy fuck. I couldn’t believe I had spent so many years making something so sad.

You’ve said that you hardly watch any movies these days.

I maybe see ten movies a year. Before, I’d see ten movies a week. It’s weird because I still believe in them, but my perception of movies or the power of images has changed. I don’t even know why movies are two hours long anymore. Films are about emotions and poetry and transcendence—something enigmatic. Why does it have to be feature length? It could almost be a flash. My experiences with new movies don’t go as deep as they used to, but if I re-watch movies that meant a lot to me as a kid I still get really excited about them. I thought Mad Max was amazing. On the surface, it was so simple—it was almost like a video game. I thought it was best movie of last year.

We’re in an age where so much content is streamed. Do you still care about having your movies open in the cinema?

Always! For me, when making movies I’m always thinking about the cinema experience. That’s why I haven’t made television yet: Television is a writer’s medium. Not to say there aren’t good things in it, but television—no matter how good it is—is underwhelming. The size of it, and sitting in your living room. It’s pedestrian, whereas cinema is magic, it’s huge, it envelops you, and there’s something completely sensory when it works. Whereas television now is more relaxed; you can pause it and eat a hamburger.

With 2009’s Trash Humpers, you shot on VHS using a bunch of video cameras you found in thrift stores.

Near my house in Nashville [as a child], there was an old person’s home; they lived in this basement and would only play that band Herman’s Hermits. I’d walk by at night and see some of the people were super horny; they’d be rubbing up against each other all the time. It was a highly sexualized thing, and as a kid, it would really freak me out. It’s one of those things that stuck in my head, so Trash Humpers was a continuation of that idea—of trying to make something that was visually really corroded and horrible, but at the same time had a real American vernacular to the imagery. I was trying to tap into the way things looked and felt growing up.

You edited everything on VHS tape decks, too, right?

It was in the middle of summer, and my editor was 90 percent blind. He was always shirtless, and he would just sit there and take pencils and start wedging them into the VCRs, getting these kind of beautiful glitches. We were trying to imagine, How do you make a movie that you can imagine was found in the guts of a horse or buried in the dirt? Now you can buy VHS apps for your phone and mimic what took us a really long time to do.

You often see indie directors like Gus Van Sant go from making small, left-field indie movies to big studio pictures, but Trash Humpers to Spring Breakers in 2013 was such a radical jump. Was that difficult to get off the ground?

The easiest part was the actors—that part was very easy. But every movie I’ve ever made has been hard to make. I’ve never had an easy experience.

Because of studios getting involved?

There are always those people—no matter what you’re making. It’s never commercial enough. No one is ever happy enough. There are always people who want to push you in that one direction. I know in my heart if it’s right, so I don’t doubt myself. People can have their opinions, and I will listen, but in the end, I will know I’m on the righteous path, so it doesn’t bother me. Everything is perfect, no matter what happens, even if I’m creating disasters—it’s all meant to be the way it is.

Your upcoming movie, The Trap, is about a boat-robbing crew in Miami, and you’ve spoken before about this idea for it to be ultra-violent and akin to a drug experience.

I’m always trying to get to a point where the movie-making is more inexplicable—an energy, rather than anything steeped in narrative. I was always trying to do something that was closer to a drug experience, or a hallucinatory experience, or something more like a feeling. There’s a language that I’ve been trying to develop for a while, so that was what The Trap was going to be a continuation of. But I don’t know if I’m going to make that movie. I was supposed to shoot in May, but I lose interest. It’s not that I’m not making it. I’m just almost done with another script. I’m going to make one of the two this year, I’m just not sure which one.

Let’s talk about your art. How long have you been painting?

I’ve always painted. I’ve made artwork for as long as I’ve been making movies, but over the last few years, it’s taken over.

Tell me about the Fazors series.

This series was just me trying to make artwork without a specific fixed point. There was a pattern that I started with, and I was taken by this—I call it “phasing.” They’re kind of sensory or energy-based paintings. I wanted to work with colors that were, like, cut from the sky or something. Again, they relate to the other stuff—the looping, phasing, trancing—and there’s a physical component. Like, if you look at them for a while, they wash over you.

And you chose to work on this huge canvas size?

I often do small stuff, but for shows, the size is almost like a movie screen—it feels like there’s something powerful about the size.

Do you go into the studio with an empty head and just start?

Sometimes. For this series, I worked on them for a long time—it took a year or so to make these. I’d just go into the studio every day and start riffing. The figurative stuff is more intuitive; there are specific characters I’ve been drawing since I was kid that keep coming up in these ones.

Finally, I have to ask about David Letterman saying you were banned from his show in 1999 for rifling through Meryl Streep’s purse in the green room while you were high?

The way Letterman tells that story, I don’t really believe it’s true. Truth is, I probably did eat a couple of pounds of shrooms right before, so my hallucinations were probably pretty on point, but at the same time, if you see a revolver in a purse, what are you gonna do? Do you know what I mean? You’re gonna pick it up and play Russian roulette.

 

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24 of Harmony Korine’s 28 films

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Gummo (1997)
Gummo is a painstakingly (creatively!) repellant heroin chic cine-scrap book which demands its brave viewers question if what they are watching contains any artistic or intellectual nourishment whatsoever. Or whether it’s all just a bunch of grotesque E numbers set to black metal ditties. This strategy in itself is what great art should do – dismantle its true identity, or at least coquettishly obscure it from outsiders. Like poking dog shit into the vol-au-vents just as they’re being carried into the society ball, the film retains the feel of a grand prank, like its raison d’être is not merely to steam-up the monocles of the conservative critical cognoscenti, but to force them to claw their own eyes out in abject opprobrium. And then it laughs when they do so.’ — David Jenkins


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Harmony Korine talks about Gummo

 

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The Diary of Anne Frank Part II (1998)
‘A three-screen collage that serves as a companion piece to Harmony Korine’s “Gummo”. The same actors are featured, and similar themes are touched upon.’ — letterboxd


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Sonic Youth: Sunday (1998)
‘In a creative meeting destined to blow at least a few minds, Sonic Youth tapped 23-year-old Harmony Korine, the young man behind “Kids” and “Gummo,” to direct the band’s next video, which will also feature Macaulay Culkin. The pioneering New York outfit teamed with Korine (the screenwriter of the disturbing “Kids,” and the director of the even more disturbing “Gummo”), last weekend to shoot the clip for “Sunday,” the first single from the band’s upcoming album “A Thousand Leaves.”‘ — MTV


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ALWAYS SEEMS TO MOVE SO SLOW – making of harmony korine’s “SUNDAY”

 

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Julien Donkey-Boy (1999)
Gummo and Kids were so controversial in their unvarnished view of marginalized life that they spurned a level of commentary that was rare in the pre-Internet discourse, prompting wide condemnation and occasional stalwart defenses in various columns. Julien Donkey-Boy did little to alter this trajectory. Opening at the Venice Film Festival, it played a single theater in Los Angeles before slipping quietly to home video, what little press it received largely baffled and hostile. Yet the film stands today as one of Korine’s most powerful works, the end of his first period of filmmaking and possibly his most tender work in spite of its extreme depiction of hopelessness in America.’ — Jake Cole


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“The Confession of Julien Donkey-Boy”

 

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David Blaine: Above the Below (2003)
‘A TV-documentary directed by Harmony Korine. It in part concerns David Blaine’s 2003 stunt in which he was sealed in a transparent case suspended 30 feet in the air near the River Thames, London, without food, for a period of 44-days. Beyond that there are scenes of strange spectators and Blaine wandering the streets of London making pranks and so forth…’ — letterboxd


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Bonnie Prince Billy: No More Workhorse Blues (2004)
‘Another slice from the Greatest Palace pie, complete with a video from the disturbed mental chasm of Harmony Korine.’ — Drag City


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Cat Power: Living Proof (2006)
‘High school-set, MTV2-premiered clip for a track from Cat Power’s The Greatest. Chan Marshall appears in an “Oops I Did It Again”-style bodysuit with a wooden cross strapped to her back.’ — Fader


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Mister Lonely (2007)
Mister Lonely, Korine’s 2007 tale of misfits as celebrity impersonators trying to assemble a show to confirm their own sense of destiny while living in a castle in the Scottish Highlands (led by Denis Lavant as “Charlie Chaplin” and the man who joins them, Diego Luna as “Michael Jackson”) is a work that requires the most patience of his oeuvre. Even compared to his bizarre video experiment Trash Humpers, which is about exactly what you think it’s about and is as damning a digitally splattered portrait of class marginality and white privilege and racism as any of his works, Mister Lonely doesn’t have the aggressive sensibility, the aesthetic or narrative middle finger, the bile that is frequently associated with Korine’s filmography. It is a balm, a strange rumination on the nature of identity, celebrity, liminality and the queerness of performance.’ — Kyle Turner


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Thorntons: Stuck (2007)
‘In 2007, American auteur Harmony Korine directed a television advertisement for the British chocolate company Thorntons. The commercial, entitled Stuck, sees Korine utilizing quick forward-reverse editing to create a series of repeated mini-movements.’ — Spencer Everhart


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Trash Humpers (2009)
‘Harmony Korine’s new film, Trash Humpers, afflicts everyone, the afflicted and the comfortable. It is a continuous, 78-minute afflict-a-thon. It sendeth acid rain on the just and the unjust. It is a downpour on those who admire good taste, and those who admire bad taste. George Clooney fans will have a fit of the vapours; old school John Waters fans will be yearning for a reprise of the Good Morning Baltimore number from Hairspray. It is an exercise in experimental provocation and in pure insolence, while sometimes being horribly funny and fascinating, reviving the spirit of Tod Browning’s Freaks and the ice-cold vision of Diane Arbus.’ — Peter Bradshaw


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Trash Humpers interview with Director Harmony Korine

 

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Mak and Plak (2010)
Mak And Plak is set in an anonymous basement where two Siamese brothers berate each other over and over while a man with a prosthetic face attempts to have sex with a refrigerator. Chaos ensues.’ — letterboxd


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42 One Dream Rush (2009)
’42 Below, the vodka brand from New Zealand owned by Bacardi, is the creative sponsor of One Dream Rush, a very short film festival based in Beijing, China. 42 films from around the world were chosen from a competition in which film makers were given 42 seconds on the dream theme. The 42 chosen directors include Kenneth Anger, Matt Pyke, Chris Milk, Arden Wohl, Asia Argento, Zhang Yuan, Michele Civetta, Florian Habicht, Taika Waititi, Yung Chang, Abel Ferrera, Sergei Bodrov, David Lynch, Larry Clark, Chan Marshall, Charles Burnett, Joe Coleman, Terence Koh, Carlos Reygadas, Zachary Croitoroo, Rinko Kikuchi, Mike Figgis, Tadanobu Asano, Griffin Marcus, Brian Butler, Rajan Mehta, Floria Sigismondi, Sean Lennon, Leos Carax, James Franco, Niki Caro, Lou Ye, Harmony Korine, Lola Schnabel, Mote Sinabel, Chris Graham, Jonathan Caouette, Gaspar Noe, Jonas Mekas.’


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Act Da Fool (2010)
‘A series of hazy 8mm vignettes, accompanied by a soft, lilting voice over, in which girls skulk around schoolyards, spray graffiti, drink, smoke, pose and embrace, evoking the loneliness, confusion and overwhelming wonder of growing up.’ — IMDb


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Blood of Havana (2010)
‘Shot on a Digital Harinezumi, the film features a disturbing and monstrous character walking the streets of Havana to meet people. The reading of a poetic, funny and false prophecy about communism and a new revolution coincides with a minimal and repetitive soundtrack.’ — letterboxd


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Die Antwoord: Umshini Wam (2011)
‘Harmony Korine plus South African futuristic rap-rave white trashers Die Antwoord and “Silent Light” cinematographer Alexis Zabe equals “Umshini Wam,” Korine’s latest in short film absurdism. Only 16 minutes long, and translated as “Bring Me My Machine Gun,” the short feels like somewhat of a companion piece to Korine’s 2010 gloriously beautiful/ugly “Trash Humpers” in mischievous, fucked-up spirit, only instead of shot on butt ugly VHS, the picture is beautifully lensed on an anamorphic 35mm and looks gorgeous.’ — Indiewire


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Curb Dance (2011)
‘Dedicated to legendary filmmaker Jonas Mekas, Korine’s video feels like opening a trunk in a strange attic to discover an unfinished short story and a dusty music box.’ — Hyperallergic


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Snowballs (2011)
‘Following last year’s Act Da Fool, here’s the latest Harmony Korine short film, Snowballs, for the designer Proenza Schouler.’ — Filmmaker Magazine


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The Fourth Dimension (2012)
‘An immersive trilogy by Harmony Korine, Alexsei Fedorchenko and Jan Kwiecinski. The three filmmakers have created three unique stories that offer up their vision of this higher plane of existence, the Fourth Dimension. Each filmmaker takes his character on a journey that changes the way they see the world and themselves. And each filmmaker will offer a different perspective on what the Fourth Dimension is.’ — Vice


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The Fourth Dimension Behind the Scenes: Harmony Korine

 

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The Black Keys: Gold On The Ceiling (2012)
‘The Black Keys’ “Gold On The Ceiling” is probably the most unstoppable rock anthem on their new album El Camino, and it already had a completely straightforward music video. So I’m not really sure how the duo decided to recruit the legendarily fucked-up filmmaker Harmony Korine to make his own utterly absurd and borderline-unwatchable clip for the song, but it happened. In Korine’s version of “Gold On The Ceiling,” the song is muffled, and it keeps cutting out to silence. The Black Keys, meanwhile, appear in furry baby costumes while being carried by giant guys in waxy Black Keys masks? Or something? And at the end, a couple of guys appear to be eating gold? I have no idea what the fuck is going on.’ — Stereogum


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Spring Breakers (2012)
Spring Breakers is loaded with religious symbolism. Goody two-shoes Faith (Selena Gomez) and her friends Candy (Vanessa Hudgens), Brit (Ashley Benson), and Cotty (Rachel Korine) are the film’s “spring breakers” – four bored college girls from a small town trying to party their hearts out on the Florida beach. They are arrested while partying and Alien, a rapper/DJ/drug dealer they met, bails them out. He’s their sadistic savior, Christlike in everyone’s eyes save Faith’s. It’s no coincidence that she’s the first to return home, leaving the other girls behind. They’re Alien’s followers now, so traditional faith/Faith isn’t necessary. Franco and Korine collaborated closely on Alien’s behavior and dialogue, coming up with much of the latter during rehearsals. Instead of just being otherworldly, Franco and Korine made him God-like. He follows in the tradition of cult leaders and cool-guy Jesus stereotypes peppered throughout pop culture. He’s Manson-esque, with a mysterious way of talking and a penchant for revealing his bare chest.’ — Birth. Death. Movies.


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Making Of

 

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Dior Addict (2014)
‘Harmony Korine, who caused what our grandmothers would call quite the stir with last year’s James-Franco-in-cornrows-starring “Spring Breakers,” shot a commercial for Dior’s Addict fragrance, and, guys, it’s pretty strange. What begins as your typical lounge time (in couture, of course) set to the strains of Die Antwoord soon becomes an actual trip through the looking glass. After some time rubbing the walls and looking at flowers and stuff, our blonde hero, model Sasha Luss, emerges, topless (?!), on the other side of the mirror again.’ — MTV


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Rihanna: Needed Me (2016)
‘The just-released clip for her song “Needed Me” represents the third time that Rihanna has murdered a guy in a music video. In 2011, she tearily took a gun to a rapist for “Man Down,” triggering the Parents Television Council’s condemnation. Last year, she baited various ideologies of Internet commentators with her “Bitch Better Have My Money” video’s tale of kidnapping a woman and dismembering her husband, a shady accountant. Now, for “Needed Me,” she strides into a strip club and shoots a tattooed guy for unspecified reasons. Her apparent disinterest in the consequences to her actions within the world of the video is equal to her apparent disinterest to the consequences outside of it.’ — The Atlantic


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The Beach Bum (2019)
‘”Spring Breakers” was the gateway drug; “The Beach Bum” is the first full-fledged Harmony Korine movie for the masses. As Moondog, McConaughey is a gleeful, vulgar hedonist who roams Miami and Key West with a typewriter, delivering romantic poems at grimy bars while coasting on the support of his wealthy wife (Isla Fischer), who delights in his carefree existence. It doesn’t take much to connect the dots with Korine’s own messy trajectory, which found him recovering from a drug-fueled meltdown in the late ’90s by careening from New York to Europe and then back to hometown of Nashville. Eventually, he rebooted his lifestyle in Miami, where he has settled down with his wife, two children, and a community of creatives hip to Florida’s relaxed vibe. He said the exuberant backdrop opened up new artistic possibilities.’ — Indiewire


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Duck Duck (2019)
‘Harmony Korine premieres his latest short film, “Duck Duck” — shot through Spectacles 3, Snapchat’s wearable 3D camera. Korine experiments with Spectacles 3 as a cinematic tool, overlaying augmented reality onto three-dimensional scenes to weave a surreal, immersive narrative. Korine transforms Miami into an unbridled dreamscape of sound and color in “Duck Duck” — exploring the emerging disciplines of wearable cinema, augmented reality, and spontaneous storytelling. The film’s hybrid reality is brought to life through custom 3D Effects developed for the film, which will be available for all Spectacles 3 creators after its premiere.’ — Spectacles


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p.s. Hey. ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul! Thanks. Yeah, it’s quite a good novel, and short too. I read about you guys locking down. Good that it’s a soft one, well, assuming that works. Ours just got extended until late April, urrrgggh. So great if the upside is that you can get your novel seriously along. Yeah, all of my friends who are locked in with their kids are semi-losing their minds and/or trying to keep their kids from semi-losing theirs. Hang in there, and big love! ** David Ehrenstein, Happy you think so too. ** Dominik, Hey, hey, D! That’s not a bad day you had there at all! I’m still trying to get my concentration up to speed enough to ward off the current stressful world and write. Not there yet. Me too about the film thing. There’s a wrench in the works because it turns out that one of our producers has coronavirus and is in the hospital, Jesus. My journey to the health food store was kind of interesting. People seem to be chilling out a bit and getting used to the situation, so the few people whose paths I crossed looked and acted much less terrorised. Still so strange, the emptiness and huge silence. I walked by the Opera Palais Garnier on my voyage, and the area around it is normally always packed with selfie taking tourists 24/7, so that whole area being a dead zone felt like dreaming. It was a fairly long walk, and I think I only saw maybe 9 people the entire time, and 5 or 6 of those were sleeping homeless people. Otherwise mostly just email and listening to music and blog post making, although I did do a long Skype meet up with my friend Lee in California who I’ve known since before high school and who is by far my longest lasting friend. That was great. He’s the only one of my early friends who, like me, ended up actually living out our ambitious artistic dreams. He’s an experimental music composer and musician. He’s also the only person in my life who knew and was friends with George Miles, and there’s something comforting in that. Anyway, the day was pretty okay. How’s your weekend looking, or, rather, how was it? All the love right back to you! ** Jeff J, Hi. I personally prefer his first novel to ‘Counternarratives’. It’s tighter and more concentrated or something. Thank you again about the night post. I’ll see what else I can come up with like that. No, I don’t think I know those Gould works. Huh, I’ll try to find them. Obviously don’t let weak and distracted dissuade you. That’s a natural starting place under the circumstances. I hope you find yourself digging in. So nice that your agent called to as about your new novel and liked your ambitions. That’s an awesome agent thing to do and not all that common, I don’t think? I do believe I’ve seen ‘The Cranes Are Flying’, but I’m completely blanking on what I thought. Interesting. I was making a post yesterday about the heyday of Power Pop, so I got lost in that genre, happily. My old friend Lee, who I talked to last night, turned me on to this quite excellent newish band Horse Lords, who I hadn’t heard before. Their album is pretty sharp. ** Bill, It’s the better of the two novels, I think. I much preferred it. And it’s very short, which doesn’t hurt. Yes, I heard BJ has Covid, and … I don’t feel much sympathy welling up in me, I must say. Oh, that’s really good about the theaters doing a streaming thing. SF Cinematheque just announced they’re doing the same kind of thing, and I’m excited for that. ** Steve Erickson, I can play games on my computer and will if it comes to that, but I really want to get away from my computer if at all possible. Very nice that your music making is progressing. Quarantine as recording studio = good job. I’d rather cut my head off and fuck myself in the neck than join Twitter. ** Armando, Hi, man! Uh, France is being very strict with the quarantining, and we are all being well behaved so far. What’s the situation where you are? Mr. Gluth’s praise for your novel is both well deserved and very high praise indeed! Today? Uh … maybe go to the supermarket as an excuse to get outside. Skyping with an editor of Artforum to talk about me maybe writing something for them. Phone some friends. That’s about it. Your day or, rather, weekend? Sanitised hugs. ** Okay. As with the Shelley Duvall Day a bit ago, I surprised myself to find that I had never done a Harmony Korine Day despite him being easily one of my top favourite filmmakers du jour. So spend whatever portion of your weekend that you delegate to this location being with Harmony’s stuff please. And I’ll see you on Monday.

History of the Night

 

‘Roger Ekirch claims that before modernity, humanity was humbled by the night but also liberated by it. In the dark, men and women cut free of tightly-corseted social convention acted on impulse and desire. Now, Ekirch argues, nighttime has since become the forgotten half of human experience.

‘When Ekirch extends his sympathy from preindustrial folk to their occult practices, an interesting and worthwhile discussion of practical protections against the dangers of night — domestic fortifications and such — descends into a consideration of magical prophylactics, like the practice of “suspending the heart of a bullock or pig over the hearth, preferably stuck with pins and thorns,” to guard against demons coming down the chimney. Practices like this, he maintains, “made ordinary life more susceptible to human control — especially in the hours after sunset when the world seemed most threatening.”

‘He proclaims that “despite night’s dangers, no other realm of preindustrial existence” — meaning, presumably, morning or afternoon — “promised so much autonomy to so many people.” From slaves and servants to indigents and thieves, the underclasses indulged in a frenzy of self-realization. Even prostitutes found “a rare measure of autonomy in a trade that defied patriarchal authority.” It was ill advised to take two steps out of doors after nightfall, but the ample time for self-reflection resulted in an “enhanced self-awareness” among people blessed with “unprecedented freedom to explore their own individuality.” Even if, after sunset, “rogues and miscreants, like wild beasts, emerged from their lairs seeking fresh quarry,” and roving street gangs raped at will, it wasn’t all so bad: “Deflowering young women, at its heart, savagely mocked the established order.”

‘Ekirch’s argument is less a history of night than a bizarre sort of elegy for it. He expresses deep reservations about modernity’s profligate illumination. “With darkness diminished,” he warns, “opportunities for privacy, intimacy and self-reflection will grow more scarce.” While others blame television or video games for our cultural decay, Ekirch thinks we’re on an apocalyptic slide into fluorescence.’ — collaged

 

 

‘If humans were truly at home under the light of the moon and stars, we would go in darkness happily, the midnight world as visible to us as it is to the vast number of nocturnal species on this planet. Instead, we are diurnal creatures, with eyes adapted to living in the sun’s light. This is a basic evolutionary fact, even though most of us don’t think of ourselves as diurnal beings any more than we think of ourselves as primates or mammals or Earthlings.

‘Our eyes sense light with two different types of cells: rods and cones. Cone cells can perceive color in bright light. Rod cells perceive black and white images and work best in low light. Rhodopsin is a chemical found in the rods. Rhodopsin is the key to night vision — it is the chemical that the rods use to absorb photons and perceive light. When a molecule of rhodopsin absorbs a photon, it splits into a retinal and an opsin molecule. These molecules later recombine naturally back into rhodopsin at a fixed rate, and recombinati­on is fairly slow.

‘So, when you expose your eyes to bright light, all of the rhodopsin breaks down into retinal and opsin. If you then turn out the lights and try to see in the dark, you can’t. The cones need a lot of light, so they are useless, and there is no rhodopsin now so the rods are useless, too. Over the course of several minutes, however, the retinal and opsin recombine back into rhodopsin, and you can see again.’ — collaged

 

 

Through the course of generations
men brought the night into being.
In the beginning were blindness and dream
and thorns which gash the bare foot
and fear of wolves.
We shall never know who fashioned the word
for the interval of darkness
which divides the two half-lights.
We shall never know in what century it stood
for the starry spaces.
Others began the myth.
They made night mother of the tranquil Fates
who weave all destiny
and sacrificed black sheep to her
and the rooster which announced her end.
The Chaldeans gave her twelve houses;
infinite worlds, the Stoic Portico.
Latin hexameters molded her,
and Pascal’s dread.
Luis de León saw in her the homeland
of his shivering soul.
Now we feel her inexhaustible
as an old wine
and no one can think of her without vertigo,
and time has charged her with eternity.

And to think that night would not exist
without those tenuous instruments, the eyes.

— Jorge Luis Borges

 

 

‘In 1710, Richard Steele wrote in Tatler that recently he had been to visit an old friend just come up to town from the country. But the latter had already gone to bed when Steele called at 8 pm. He returned at 11 o’clock the following morning, only to be told that his friend had just sat down to dinner. “In short”, Steele commented, “I found that my old-fashioned friend religiously adhered to the example of his forefathers, and observed the same hours that had been kept in his family ever since the Conquest”. During the previous generation or so, elites across Europe had moved their clocks forward by several hours. No longer a time reserved for sleep, the night time was now the right time for all manner of recreational and representational purposes. This is what Craig Koslofsky calls “nocturnalisation”, defined as “the ongoing expansion of the legitimate social and symbolic uses of the night”, a development to which he awards the status of “a revolution in early modern Europe”.

‘At the heart of his argument is the contrariety between day and night, light and dark. On the one hand, the sixteenth century witnessed an intensification of the association of the night with evil – “Night, thou foule mother of annoyaunce sad / Sister of heavie Death, and nourse of Woe”, as Edmund Spenser put it. In part this derived from the excited religious atmosphere. While Hans Sachs hailed Martin Luther for waking humanity from the darkness of superstition, Thomas More repaid the nocturnal insult by identifying Lutherans with the dark night of heresy. Closely linked to confessional strife was the intensification of disputes over witchcraft. The witch-hunter’s manual Malleus Maleficarum of 1486 had paid little attention to the night; a century later the night was well and truly diabolized. The Devil was now believed to be responsible for all “phantoms of the night”, especially those resulting from sorcery, so witchcraft confessions typically focused on two nocturnal acts – the diabolic pact, often consummated sexually, and the Witches’ Sabbath, also a riot of sexual licence. Peter Binsfeld, the suffragan Bishop of Trier, explained in 1589 that after his expulsion from Paradise, the Devil became dark and obscure and so performed all his foul deeds at night.

‘Henry III of France, who was assassinated in 1589, usually had his last meal at 6 pm and was tucked up in bed by 8. Louis XIV’s day began with a lever at 9 and ended (officially) at around midnight. The ladies of his court – and plenty of the men too – adapted their maquillage to take advantage of artificial lighting to draw attention to their rosy cheeks, white bosoms, jet black eyebrows and scarlet lips. As with so much else at Versailles, this was a development that served to distance the topmost elite from the rest of the population. Koslofsky speculates that it was driven by the need to find new sources of authority in a confessionally fragmented age.

‘More directly – and convincingly – authoritarian was the campaign to “colonize” the night by reclaiming it from the previously dominant marginal groups. The most effective instrument was street-lighting, introduced to Paris in 1667, Lille also in 1667, Amsterdam in 1669, Hamburg in 1673, Turin in 1675, Berlin in 1682, Copenhagen in 1683, and London, where private companies were contracted to provide the service, between 1684 and 1694. This had little to do with technological progress, for until the nineteenth century only candles and oil lamps were available. Most advanced was the oil lamp developed in the 1660s by Jan van der Heyden, which used a current of air drawn into the protective glass-paned lantern to prevent the accretion of soot, and made Amsterdam the best-lit city in Europe.

‘At the end of the street is the reassuring sight of a nightwatchman, now able to see and protect the respectable citizens. They were the great beneficiaries of the great illumination; the victims were those to whom the streets had belonged when darkness ruled – students, the young in general, servants, vagrants, prostitutes and drinkers. All those, in other words, who had prompted Milton to write: “when night darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons of Belial, flown with insolence and wine”. It was not a victory the authorities won easily (if indeed they ever did). The previous occupants responded with a Kristallnacht of lantern breaking, for which draconian penalties were inflicted – the galleys in France; amputation of a hand in Vienna (where twelve nightwatchmen were murdered between 1649 and 1720). Yet gradually European towns and cities became safer places when the sun went down, and this security promoted forms of social activity beyond whoring, brawling, gambling and drinking. As Koslofsky very reasonably argues, almost all the work on the public sphere has concentrated on locations and institutional forms, and has neglected time.’ — Tim Blanning

 

 

At night the states
I forget them or I wish I was there
in that one under the
Stars. It smells like June in this night
so sweet like air.
I may have decided that the
States are not that tired
Or I have thought so. I have
thought that.

At night the states
And the world not that tired
—-of everyone
Maybe. Honey, I think that to
—-say is in
light. Or whoever. We will
—-never
replace You. We will never re-
—-place You. But
in like a dream the floor is no
—-longer discursive
To me it doesn’t please me by
being the vistas out my
window, do you know what
Of course (not) I mean?
I have no dreams of wake-
—-fulness. In
wakefulness. And so to begin.
—-(my love.)

At night the states
talk. My initial continuing contra-
—-diction
my love for you & that for me
deep down in the Purple Plant the oldest
—-dust
of it is sweetest but sates no longer
—-how I
would feel. Shirt
that shirt has been in your arms
—-And I have
that shirt is how I feel

At night the states
will you continue in this as-
—-sociation of
matters, my Dearest? down
the street from
where the public plaque reminds
that of private
loving the consequential chain
—-trail is
—-matters

At night the states
that it doesn’t matter that I don’t
say them, remember
them at the end of this claustro-
—-phobic the
dance, I wish I could see I wish
—-I could
dance her. At this night the states
—-say them
out there. That I am, am them
indefinitely so and
so wishful passive historic fated
—-and matter-
simple, matter-simple, an
—-eyeful. I wish
but I don’t and little melody.
Sorry that these
little things don’t happen any
—-more. The states
have drained their magicks
—-for I have not
seen them. Best not to tell. But
—-you
you would always remain, I
trust, as I will
always be alone.

At night the states
whistle. Anyone can live. I
can. I am not doing any-
thing doing this. I
discover I love as I figure. Wed-
—-nesday
I wanted to say something in
particular. I have been
where. I have seen it. The God
can. The people
do some more.

At night the states
I let go of, have let, don’t
—-let
Some, and some, in Florida, doing.
What takes you so
long? I am still with you in that
—-part of the
park, and vice will continue, but
—-I’ll have
a cleaning Maine. Who loses
—-these names
loses. I can’t bring it up yet,
—-keeping my
opinions to herself. Everybody in
—-any room is a
smuggler. I walked fiery and
—-talked in the
stars of the automatic weapons
and partly for you
Which you. You know.

At night the states
have told it already. Have
—-told it. I
know it. But more that they
don’t know, I
know it too.

At night the states
whom I do stand before in
—-judgment, I
think that they will find
me fair, not
that they care in fact nor do
I, right now
though indeed I am they and
—-we say
that not that I’ve
—-erred nor
lost my way though perhaps
they did (did
they) and now he is dead
—-but you
you are not. Yet I am this
—-one, lost
again? lost & found by one-
—-self
Who are you to dare sing to me?

At night the states
accompany me while I sit here
—-or drums
there are alwavs drums what for
—-so I
won’t lose my way the name of
—-a
personality, say, not California
—-I am not
sad for you though I could be
—-I remember
climbing up a hill under tall
—-trees
getting home. I guess we
got home. I was
going to say that the air was
—-fair (I was
always saying something like
—-that) but
that’s not it now, and that
that’s not it
isn’t it either

At night the states
dare sing to me they who seem
—-tawdry
any more I’ve not thought I
loved them, only
you it’s you whom I love
the states are not good to me as
I am to them
though perhaps I am not
when I think of your being
so beautiful
but is that your beauty
or could it be
theirs I’m having such a
hard time remembering
any of their names
your being beautiful belongs
to nothing
I don’t believe they should
praise you
but I seem to believe they
—-should
somehow let you go

At night the states
and when you go down to
—-Washington
witness how perfectly anything
in particular
sheets of thoughts what a waste
—-of sheets at
night. I remember something
—-about an
up-to-date theory of time. I
—-have my
own white rose for I have
—-done
something well but I’m not
—-clear
what it is. Weathered, perhaps
—-but that’s
never done. What’s done is
perfection.

At night the states
ride the train to Baltimore
we will try to acknowledge what was
but that’s not the real mirror
—-is it? nor
is it empty, or only my eyes
—-are
Ride the car home from Washington
—-no
they are not. Ride the subway
—-home from
Pennsylvania Station. The states
are blind eyes
stony smooth shut in moon-
light. My
French is the shape of this
—-book
that means I.

At night the states
the 14 pieces. I couldn’t just
walk on by. Why
aren’t they beautiful enough
in a way that does not
beg to wring
something from a dry (wet)
—-something
Call my name

At night the states
making life, not explaining anything
but all the popular songs say call
—-my name
oh call my name, and if I call
it out myself to
you, call mine out instead as our
—-poets do
will you still walk on by? I
—-have
loved you for so long. You
—-died
and on the wind they sang
your name to me
but you said nothing. Yet you
said once before
and there it is, there, but it is
—-so still.
Oh being alone I call out my
—-name
and once you did and do still in
—-a way
you do call out your name
to these states whose way is to walk
on by that’s why I write too much

At night the states
whoever you love that’s who you
—-love
the difference between chaos and
star I believe and
in that difference they believed
—-in some
funny way but that wasn’t
—-what I
I believed that out of this
fatigue would be
born a light, what is fatigue
there is a man whose face
changes continually
but I will never, something
—-I will
never with regard to it or
never regard
I will regard yours tomorrow
I will wear purple will I
and call my name

At night the states
you who are alive, you who are dead
when I love you alone all night and
that is what I do
until I could never write from your
—-being enough
I don’t want that trick of making
it be coaxed from
the words not tonight I want it
—-coaxed from
myself but being not that. But I’d
—-feel more
comfortable about it being words
—-if it
were if that’s what it were for these
—-are the
States where what words are true
—-are words
Not myself. Montana. Illinois.
Escondido.

— Alice Notley

 

 

‘We all know it when we see it, but can we define glare and can we measure it? How do we address it and its control in policies and ordinances? How does it arise? Where do we see it? From what type of installations and sources? When do we see it? How to address it and minimize it? Who to address is and cure it? How to assure it doesn’t arise in future installations? How to retrofit installations to eliminate it or minimize it? Intensity of the source? Local or surrounding contrast with the background?

‘Glare is one of the most obvious forms of economic and environmental waste. We see it every night in the form of bright orange blobs of light in the sky. This light obscures views of the night sky and reduces enjoyment of the wonders of blackness. Research has shown that excessive light at night has a negative biological effect on animals and humans. Glare is easy to identify, but is very complex. For example, what are the different types of glare? Discomfort, disability, annoying, blinding, obtrusive. How does it depend on the locale or lighting zone? By surrounds and background? By source size (arc source or large sources) Dependence on viewers age and eyes?

‘A view of the night is a view of our natural heritage. Dark night skies are a declining resource, threatened by development and the effects of intrusive artificial lighting. To help protect our natural environment we aim to achieve International Dark Sky Reserve status for the entire earth, an award administered by the International Dark Skies Association. Through careful management of artificial lighting the darkness of the night can be protected with benefits to wildlife, people and our natural environment.

‘There is a plethora of reasons to embrace the night sky, not just as a convenient cover for a romance with a spouse, but because of the aesthetics it promotes. Just think about the rich night-inspired contributions of Amadeus Wolfgang Mozart, Vincent van Gogh, or Robert Frost, not to mention Albert Einstein and Edgar Allan Poe. Light pollution is growing at the rate of 4%- far faster than the population. As developing countries embrace the use of electric light, light pollution promises to get even worse. There is a solution!’ — collaged

 

 

‘From the start, the night has had a bad rap. The first words of the West’s great monotheist God were, “Let there be light”. Having found “that it was good”, he “divided the light from the darkness” and named the former day and the latter night. Light was good and dark was bad, and not surprisingly God’s great arch-rival soon became known as The Prince of Darkness.

‘The human race has found many ingenious ways to ward off the night and, by 1829, it started to be drummed out of our cities. The first gas lamps were planted along the Champs-Élysées that year; by the 1870s, electric street lights were placed in Manchester. By coincidence, photography was invented at around the same time, allowing a new breed of artist to “write with light”. Doing so in the dark sounds almost like a contradiction in terms, but the first night photograph quickly appeared.

‘There is something magically seductive about a creative process that is not fully in our control. Much of what happens during night photography is like that. Long exposures, from seconds to hours, make images unpredictable. While the shutter stays open, objects and elements may move at any time, and the Earth is moving all the time relative to the planets and stars. Colour and contrast may shift to reciprocity failure and the idiosyncrasies of particular films and digital systems. Weather systems may vary or change dramatically. Light can appear in many forms and from unseen and multiple directions. Deep shadows invite our curiosity.’ — collaged

 

 

The summer demands and takes away too much
But night, reserved, reticent, gives more than it takes.

– John Ashbery

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Didn’t realise he was around in NYC back when, but then who wasn’t, I guess. ** Dominik, Hi! Oh, I’m happy you liked it! Yeah, some people are all bent out of shape by the fairytale-like revisionist ending, but that was favorite thing about it. I’m without interesting news on my end too, I think, unless unsuccessful searching for a way to get a Switch delivered and writing emails is more interesting than they sound, ha ha. But today is still young! Maybe we’ll both end up doing something surprisingly amazing. It’s not impossible. Big love from my apartment-shaped cave, me. ** Bill, Hey! I’m happy you liked that film. Beautiful, right? He’s strangely overlooked these days, even by the experimental film channels. I’m pretty sure I do have a Stuart Gordon Day back there somewhere. Not sure if it’s alive or dead. I’ll check. And RIP to him. Ha ha, nice that my little freaked out cigarette hunt suggested fiction. That would be better ending than the real one which found me thanking the tabac employee more profusely than he seemed comfortable with. ** Misanthrope, They let in groups of, oh, 10 or 12 people at a time. No aisle police. Not yet at least. Wow. And no amount limits, happily, since my supermarket is quite a trek from my place so I try to do a week’s stock up when I’m there. But yeah. What new tedious madness will we face today, I wonder. ** Mark Stephens, Well, hello there, Mark, old buddy! Thank you, sir, and I’ve been trying to imagine what your quarantined life might be like now that you LA guys have joined us albeit a wee bit less strictly. I seem to be pretty good. Very slight fear/feeling that I might be slightly getting a slight cold this morning, but these circumstances turn biological mole hills into mountains at a hat’s drop, so I’m not stressing quite yet. Of course J is working from home, right. Happy she’s still working. Concentration is definitely taking a hit. I should be writing an epic novel or something and not digging around in youtube like it’s a thrift store. There is that: empty Paris is very beautiful. And breathing the air is like an oxygen version of sipping from a mountain stream. Love you too, man. I was hoping to get to LA in June and see ‘Made in LA’ and you, but that seems hugely unlikely, so I’m sniping for July now. Take the ultra-best care and give Julie and yourself a Dennis hologram’s hug. ** Jeff J, Thanks, man. You know his films, great. Aren’t they something? And heavily ripe for rediscovery and celebration. That doesn’t ring an immediate bell, no, hm. So you’re finally locked down, eh? I suppose you were pretty ready for that, as much as one can ready oneself. I remember liking ‘Orlando’ pretty well but not hugely? It’s been a while. I think the only other film of hers I’ve seen is ‘Rage’, which I remember thinking was quite awful. You a Potter fan or one in the seeming making? Thanks. Yes, curious to find out what Z, G, and I decide to do today. You have a great one under the circumstances. ** Steve Erickson, I felt like the new Tumor is a possible ‘breakthrough’ album, so maybe Warp is delaying its release until he can tour behind it? Being vegan myself these days and having stayed somewhat sane throughout my quarantine, I think that can only help. Just when you think social media can’t be employed any more insufferably, people find a new way. ** Right. So I was messing around with the blog one day and I ended up making the post you are seeing today. See you tomorrow.

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