lately
Was hooked up with a VIP position in Lance Armstrong's promotional ride through hollywood, complete with an open bar at the finish and the company of a couple of good friends (Patrick Dempsey and Ben Harper were hanging out in the lounge with us in lycra prior to the ride and it was weird)...
Blew a bunch of red lights while pounding full sprint through the checkpoints, and placed 9th in an alleycat race-- netted a set of gold risers as a prize...
Increased the number of nearly-too-hot-to-stand baths that I take on a monthly basis by almost three fold(!)...
Started inwardly debating on entering the LA marathon this year...
Realized that I really kind of like the way my legs are starting to look in bike shorts...
BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY-- today saw the release of the official trailer for Spike Jonze's adaption of "Where the Wild Things Are".
Yes. I'm aware that i'm not the only kid who lived for this book as a child, or tried in vain for a very long time to draw up a tattoo relating its imagery, or went on to hungrily drink in every leaked still frame that appeared online since the project was first announced. Directed by Spike Jonze, shot by Lance Accord, written by Dave Eggers-- those credentials alone could send many a former-film-major hearts aflutter, and to be honest, as cheesy as this may sound, watching the trailer reminds me of why I went to film school in the first place. The car accident in "Adaptation", the video for Bjork's "Oh so quiet", the commercial with the anthropomorphized lamp for Ikea, the monkey flashback in "Being John Malkovich"...moments that we are conditioned to believe, for all intensive purposes, should not work, Jonze instead makes more poignant and affecting than so many more conventional scenes of the same periods and mediums.
I watch the trailer, and I tear up. My eyes water because I remember the story, and what it meant to me, growing up in a broken family and thirsty for some kind of escape, yes-- but also because I need to one day make something so visually evocative and thematically powerful and earnest as this trailer succeeds in being...yeah, and it's only the fucking TRAILER. It's beautiful, passionate, and honest, and truth be told, the most terrifying thing about art to me is that merely endeavoring to be artistic guarantees not a single one of things; the possibility of disappointment in yourself and the outcome of your projects to me is a necessary reality in all things artistic, and to make something as impactful as this trailer is to me is something I can only hope to accomplish some day...
Blew a bunch of red lights while pounding full sprint through the checkpoints, and placed 9th in an alleycat race-- netted a set of gold risers as a prize...
Increased the number of nearly-too-hot-to-stand baths that I take on a monthly basis by almost three fold(!)...
Started inwardly debating on entering the LA marathon this year...
Realized that I really kind of like the way my legs are starting to look in bike shorts...
BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY-- today saw the release of the official trailer for Spike Jonze's adaption of "Where the Wild Things Are".
Yes. I'm aware that i'm not the only kid who lived for this book as a child, or tried in vain for a very long time to draw up a tattoo relating its imagery, or went on to hungrily drink in every leaked still frame that appeared online since the project was first announced. Directed by Spike Jonze, shot by Lance Accord, written by Dave Eggers-- those credentials alone could send many a former-film-major hearts aflutter, and to be honest, as cheesy as this may sound, watching the trailer reminds me of why I went to film school in the first place. The car accident in "Adaptation", the video for Bjork's "Oh so quiet", the commercial with the anthropomorphized lamp for Ikea, the monkey flashback in "Being John Malkovich"...moments that we are conditioned to believe, for all intensive purposes, should not work, Jonze instead makes more poignant and affecting than so many more conventional scenes of the same periods and mediums.
I watch the trailer, and I tear up. My eyes water because I remember the story, and what it meant to me, growing up in a broken family and thirsty for some kind of escape, yes-- but also because I need to one day make something so visually evocative and thematically powerful and earnest as this trailer succeeds in being...yeah, and it's only the fucking TRAILER. It's beautiful, passionate, and honest, and truth be told, the most terrifying thing about art to me is that merely endeavoring to be artistic guarantees not a single one of things; the possibility of disappointment in yourself and the outcome of your projects to me is a necessary reality in all things artistic, and to make something as impactful as this trailer is to me is something I can only hope to accomplish some day...