Showing posts with label film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label film. Show all posts
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Art, Film & Hopper
Austrian director Gustav Deutsch has recreated 13 of Edward Hopper's paintings into a film From Shirley - Visions Of Reality. The plot expands on the story of Shirley, a recurrent figure in Hopper's paintings.
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From Shirley – Visions of Reality (2013). Photograph by Jerzy Palacz. |
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Office at Night (1940) by Edward Hopper |
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From Shirley – Visions of Reality (2013). Photograph by Jerzy Palacz. |
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Morning Sun (1952) by Edward Hopper |
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From Shirley – Visions of Reality (2013). Photograph by Jerzy Palacz. |
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Room in New York (1932) by Edward Hopper |
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Friday, February 1, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Woodkid
I've posted Woodkid tunes here before but didn't realise then that Yoann Lemoine was also the music video director responsible for
Lana Del Rey's Born to Die -
And the gorgeously French New Wavey
Dreaming of Another World for Mystery Jets -
That he used to roll with Luc Besson's crew and also directed a series of roughs for Sophia Coppola's Marie Antoinette.
Nor even that he collaborated with Agyness Deyn
on his own stunning music video for Iron.
The very same song that Dior Homme's 2013 Fall collection "A Soldier on My Own" was inspired by.
Wow woodkid. Wow.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Friday, December 14, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Shame
Art can't fix anything. It can just observe and portray. What's important is that it becomes an object, a thing you can see and talk about and refer to. A film is an object around which you can have a debate, more so than the incident itself. It's someone's view of an incident, an advanced starting point.
- Steve McQueen
Friday, October 12, 2012
Kontrol
After crashing the Melbourne Festival opening party last night (literally - apologies to the bartender at the mercy of my wayward elbow), and being mesmerised firstly by Rineke Dijkstra's I see a Woman Crying (Weeping Woman) at the ACCA opening
then by Santiago Sierra's burning K
- the dancing flames licking the cold Melbourne air, purple violently clashing against vibrant yellow, igniting the sweet smell of fire so foreign in the city. Accompanied by a satisfying stunned hipster silence, (most blissfuly oblivious to the symbolism of this spectacle - the grand finale in the world wide destruction of letters calling a death knell to 'kapitalism')...
This evening was a sublime medley of dinner, wine and dessert at the wonderful Journal Canteen.
A fantastic prelude preparing us for the beginning of the festival proper in the best cinema seats in Melbourne - ACMI. We had come to appreciate the hectic and complex inner workings of the intriguing Anton Corbijn in his most recent biography Inside Out.
In love with his music video clips
and photography
and having already enjoyed the previous film documenting his (dare I say it) more fascinating earlier years in Shadow Play: The Making of Anton Corbijn. Filmmaker Klaartje Quirijns’s Anton Corbijn: Inside Out delves into the psyche of this intensely driven Dutch artist. One senses it's a keep-moving-lest-drop-into-the-abyss kind of momentum that propels the incredible commercial success of this dark photographer. This film reveals the present day story behind the only man who could so honestly capture the romance of Ian Curtis in the phenomenal 2007 biopic Control.
All this and the festival's only been going for 24 hours...
Monday, September 17, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
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