The miniscule aesthetics of film production has enticed me lately. Ultimately, in masterful films one should be able to pause at any given time and thus discover a strong artistic composition withing the moving images.
Some directors put great effort into designing every single frame – and in a few cases the innovative cinematographic approaches even succeed in stealing attention from the actual storyline.
A few examples:
Peter Weir’s ‘Picnic at Hanging Rock’ (1975) An all-girl school has ventured into the mountains for a picnic. As they rest on the rocks, the teacher enjoys a banana.
Wes Anderson’s ‘The Royal Tennenbaums’ (2001) Brother and adopted sister discuss their problematic love relationship as an eagle lands.
David Fincher’s ‘Zodiac’ (2007) Opening scene of the film – two teenagers about to make out meet a less fortunate destiny.
While in the middle of writing a literature review about the clashes between acts of governing and acts of creation within entrepreneurship, I was pleased to stumble upon pure creative passion.
Paul from San Pedro, California, just decided to build a huge pink moustache (and of course I find it cool that someone physically realized my weird blog title). Watch his dedicated process:
Bob Dylan knew he would become a legend even before breaking through. He also knew that he had to change his name from Robert Zimmerman to his real name – as his birth name just felt wrong.
Read his words on destiny:
“It’s a feeling you have that you know something about yourself nobody else does. The picture you have on your mind on what you’re about will come true. That’s kind of the thing you kind of have to keep to your own self, because it’s a fragile feeling and if you put it out there, someone will kill it, so it’s best to keep that all inside.“
For a few months I have resembled a drug addict when expressing my need for discovering an entirely new artist. I missed the experience of not being able to not hear a specific record.
One year ago I was asked to do a Velour video and today – after many hours of meetings, hair-style discussions, shootings at Hotel Fox, weekends of editing and extended colour-grading, Spoiled Milk is excited to present “Janey Black” by Velour:
Last night I had the theatre experience of my life – watching the ballet “Silk & Knife” choreographed by Jirí Kylián for the Royal Danish Theatre. Forget all your prejudices about ballet and hurry towards Kgs. Nytorv.
It’s by Kasimir Malevich (1878 – 1935), who believed he would reach the “summit of abstract art by denying objective representation“. He also stated that the object in itself is worthless – and the ideas of the conscious mind are worthless.
Most of his important pieces were from just before the Russian revolution of 1917 (the above from 1915). During WW1 he taught and painted in Russia and later – in 1927 – he travelled to Warsaw and on to Germany to receive international recognition. Upon returning to Russia, the Stalinist regime had turned against modernist bourgeois art – and Malevich was persecuted and died in poverty. Another victim of circumstances.
