the power of super 8

No matter what the footage is of, everything seems to look better (feel better, sound better) in 8mm film.

Something about the rawness, the organic reality of it just makes it feel so pure. Untouched, unedited, as if it has grown itself over time.

Ignorance, naivety.

Innocence, beauty.

(Mute all of the videos, except the last. Play them all simultaneously (except the first) and scroll the page up and down taking them all in slowly. Perfect.)

young blood

Today I got my first ever filling. I feel old and decrepit. Like my last last glimmer of unadulterated, natural youthfulness has been shattered.

These sounds and images ratify the gap.

coffee black and egg white.

I just finished watching Cruel Intentions.
Its one of those movies that I remember watching as a child in my bedroom, sitting 6 inches away from my tiny, ancient TV screen with the volume turned down the lowest it would go. Then I'd quickly turn it off whenever someone would walk past my room. God forbid a parent would catch a glimpse of sex or swearing.

This is also the method I used to learn about vampires.

Anyway, it opened my eyes to what great music was around at the end of the nineties. Placebo, The Cardigans, Blur...all good stuff. I of course at the time was too wrapped up in where Steps stood in the charts to notice what was going on around them. Deary me, wasted youth..