The National Film Institute of The Netherlands has just opened an exhibition about Stanley Kubrick. Screening all of his
feature films, short films and exhibiting his screenplays,
storyboards, set props, and early photos. They even promise to reveal a selection of some of his shelved film projects.
The breaking line is where I walk, or where I sometimes think I do. On the breaking line you can hear things getting ready to crack, the ground, the walls of air, the sealing sky. Other people walk here but I don’t see them. The lines are always somewhere else, they never cross. No lines cross, no figures loom, all are alone on the breaking line.
Despite my ramblings and moaning mourning of Californian sun, Sardegna villas and Parisian Nutella crepe hawker vans versus another damn taco truck, I do love this city, very much, it's family and I will always call it home.