Tilt/shift Sunday..

To celebrate my glorious return to the capital, here’s another one from digital artist toolbox. Little Ben..

Somewhere deep in the studio..

..We’ll be right back for the Isaac Hayes tribute intro, just as soon as Tim has finished sending his text message..

done

(beautifully filmed by Gersende Giorgio)

There is no why..

Went to see ‘Man On Wire’ last night. My God.. if you’ve haven’t already seen it I would recommend.. blah, blah..

… There’s a still camera shot towards the end where he’s finally out on the wire and smiling straight at the lens which I’m afraid had me in floods of tears. I’ve just been watching this trailer again and the same bloody thing happened. Too beautiful, too crazy.. Just too much..

Tilt/shift Sunday..

OK, so, as usual, I’m a day late and a dollar short but this time it’s worth the wait because I reckon this page here has some of the best T/S stuff I’ve seen in a long while. Here’s a small selection..

(photos via digital artist’s toolbox)

Procrastination..

.. a word close to my heart. Glad I finally got around to posting this nice little film by Johnny Kelly – just something to pass the time, really..

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It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood..

.. A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?…

(God, I’ve been watching this for a couple of minutes now and I think I may need counselling..)

If there is a path it is someone else’s path and you are not on the adventure.

.. Just been reading Joseph Campbell on the Arthurian Grail Tradition, and stumbled on a passage that nicely explains something that had puzzled me. I’d often wondered why all the knights wandered around individually on their quest, rather than joining forces. Campbell writes this..

“… They thought it would be a disgrace to go forth in a group. Each entered the forest at a point he himself had chosen, where it was darkest and there was no path…“

Nice, huh? I liked it anyway..

..and of course no discussion of Arthurian legends would be complete without a reference to the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch..

“… Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count. Neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three…”

Two more for the road..

Still haunted by this movie.. and just found a fabulous orchestral version of Mancini’s great theme that I hadn’t come across before. Too good, too damn good..

Big Blogger..

‘When one reads any strongly individual piece of writing, one has the impression of seeing a face somewhere behind the page’, wrote George Orwell, in his 1939 essay on Charles Dickens.

From 9th August 2008, we will be able to gather our own impression of Orwell’s face from reading his most strongly individual piece of writing: his diaries. The Orwell Prize is delighted to announce that, to mark the 70th anniversary of the diaries, each diary entry will be published on this blog exactly seventy years after it was written, allowing us to follow Orwell’s recuperation in Morocco, his return to the UK, and his opinions on the descent of Europe into war in real time. The diaries end in 1942, three years into the conflict.

What impression of Orwell will emerge? From his domestic diaries (which start on 9th August), it may be a largely unknown Orwell, whose great curiosity is focused on plants, animals, woodwork, and – above all – how many eggs his chickens have laid. From his political diaries (from 7th September), it may be the Orwell whose political observations and critical thinking have enthralled and inspired generations since his death in 1950. Whether writing about the Spanish Civil War or sloe gin, geraniums or Germany, Orwell’s perceptive eye and rebellion against the ‘gramophone mind’ he so despised are obvious.

Orwell wrote of what he saw in Dickens: ‘He is laughing, with a touch of anger in his laughter, but no triumph, no malignity. It is the face of a man who is always fighting against something, but who fights in the open and is not frightened, the face of a man who is generously angry — in other words, of a nineteenth-century liberal, a free intelligence, a type hated with equal hatred by all the smelly little orthodoxies which are now contending for our souls.’

http://orwelldiaries.wordpress.com/

Early Sunday Morning..

.. That’s what time it is here, and I just heard the news.

This was always my favourite composition of his.

(Of course I’ve just realised that it’s actually early Monday morning but what the hell..)

An august date..

(via Kayvee, on Flickr)