
“What to read?” is a recurring dilemma in my life. The question always conjures up an image: a woman at home, half-dressed, moving restlessly from room to room, picking up a book, reading a page or two and no sooner feeling her mind drift, telling herself, “You should be reading something else, you should be doing something else.” The image also has a mise-en-scène: overstuffed...
我能说Davey是我目前consume的和我的叙事语言最重合的艺术家吗? 一个会将镜头对准灰尘的女人,一个拒绝童年和精神分析的母亲竟在分析室里呆了整整五年,将自己的孩子同一种设计的方式展现在镜头前。一个讨厌contrivances, formalities的恋物癖,秩序从混乱之中生成。室内的景观是可控的,正如Davey的台本也早已落笔,可什么是完整?什么是结束?什么是可以真正under control的?从冰箱里清楚昨天的剩饭还是吹掉博尔赫斯书脊上的灰尘,是过曝的侧脸,一种玩味的自我exposure(作为摄影家的Davey又怎么会不懂呢?)半推半就之中的confessional notes
知识分子vlog
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One train carriage suffocatingly hot, the next cold as a meat locker... The unnaturalness of this city drives me crazy, yet it is so mesmerizing.
本来只是随便看看,本来是看演员阵容才点开五十分钟 Fifty Minutes ,结果故事本身也不算拉胯,没什么特别硬伤。
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