hyperbole, conjecture, contradictions, salacious details, embarrassing moments, transgressions beyond reason, lonely secrets, undiscovered emotional landscapes, and, hopefully, some nudity.
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27
Jan
I drove to DC from Toronto on a whim to see the inauguration of Barack Obama in person. This is a video I made while I was there.
Serendipity.
15
Oct
From the movie starring Jean Seberg.
This is playing at Cinematheque on December 7th at 1pm. I think I might check it out, thought you’d be interested (if you didn’t already know).
02
Oct
I saw this film on Tuesday night. It is fantastic; emotional, insipiring and fun at the same time. Presented as a heist movie, more or less, the direction and music go a long way to making this extroardinary story even more compelling. I highly recommend seeing it if you get the chance.
17
Sep
Raw tape of a long interview with Charlie Kaufman done for Wired. I found it pretty interesting.
08
Sep
Scott Levitates.
A picture I have been wanting to take for a long time and it worked out better than I had hoped.
28
Aug
Nice, Cote d’Azur, France
A fun little elegy to a summer almost gone.
Music: 7/4 Shoreline - Broken Social Scene
25
Aug
Eiffel Tower at sunset. Still more to learn…
Vieux Nice.
24
Aug
You know when you have something you just have to do, it’s really important, there’s no missing it, and then you wake up in the morning and realise you slept right through the alarm, without even looking at a clock you just know that you fucked it all up? That was me this morning.
I got super prepared last night to leave the hotel and catch my train at 8:04am, but the bed was so comfortable and the alarm wasn’t loud enough and I was in the middle of this dream where I was flying the Delorean and we were just about to find out what happens in 2015, when I heard some French fonctionnaires arguing the rise in price of a baguette on the street below me and my stomach sank as I looked at my watch and realised that there was only 35 minutes until my train to Nice would leave the station…
Normally this wouldn’t really be that big of a cause for concern, I mean, it’s a train, there are many of them, whatever. But the whole reason I was on that early morning train was that the next train that wasn’t completely full wasn’t until late in the afternoon, and I had already stayed an extra day in Paris because of a problem with my accomodations in Nice. At breakneck speed, I brushed my teeth while throwing the rest of my stuff in my bag, grabbed my new umbrella, spat, and ran out the door. Of course, I still had to stop in the lobby to pay my bill and then take the subway 12 stops, with one line change, to get to the station.
I ran, I hauled my bag up and down many flights of stairs, I waited impatiently for the next subway at Bastille to take me one stop down to the station, while watching the minutes tick away on the numerous clocks along my way. When I got to the station it was 8:10am, my train had left the station. But wait, what’s this? Another train going to Nice, leaving at 8:13am? How coincidental.
I ran over to that train and inquired. Oui, je pense, pourquoi pas, said the train attendant, as I sweated deliriously and profusely in front of him. Ca va te couter, vingt euros, he says, seeing if I’ll be dissuaded. What luck, I happen to have 20 euros in my pocket. And that, my friends, is how I got to Nice today.
Of course, once I arrived I immediately bought a baguette, some cheese, a bottle of wine, pigged out and then headed to the beach, where I remained for the entire rest of the afternoon, sleeping in the sun and bathing in the Mediterranean.
Yeah, that’s right, I win.
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