Saturday, March 20, 2010

Nasia Mylona

ph: Iakovos Kalaitsakis

From my vaults: Ria Antoniou

Angelique Deng

New York

Exchange Court Building, 52 Broadway Corner, 1920 by Irving Underhill

Carey Mulligan

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

When I was four years old I saw a vision in Forest Park, St. Louis. My brother was ahead of me with an air rifle. I was lagging behind and saw a little green reindeer about the size of a cat. Clear and precise in the late afternoon sunlight as if seen through a telescope.
Later, when I studied anthropology at Harvard, I learned that this was a totem animal vision and knew that I could never kill a deer. Later still, in the course of some film experiments with Antony Balch in London, I came to recognize the strange, still medium in which the green reindeer floats as a (comparatively) motionless subject projected in slow motion. Old photographer tricks.

Caroline Brasch Nielsen

Neko no ongaeshi (2002)


The Cat Returns Germany (festival title) / International (English title)
Das Königreich der Katzen Germany (DVD title)

After helping a cat, a young girl finds herself involuntarily engaged to a cat prince in a magical world where her only hope of freedom lies with a dapper cat statuette come to life.

Wonderfully fairy tale-like, simply animated children's movie with lots of cats, of course.

Who's That Girl?

Illustrator: Mark Ryden

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Laine Rogova

From my vaults: Michelangelo Antonioni


Carrie-Anne Burton

New York

Best and Co. Building, 5th Avenue, 1917 by Irving Underhill

Sasha Beznosyuk

ph: Matteo Montanari

Lewis Carroll: From Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little hands are plied
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict to 'begin it'-
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
'There will be nonsense in it!' -
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast -
And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
'The rest next time -It is next time!'
The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out -
and now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers
Plucked in far-off land

Friday, March 19, 2010

Cecile Sinclair

Alice in Wonderland (2010)

19-year-old Alice returns to the magical world from her childhood adventure, where she reunites with her old friends and learns of her true destiny: to end the Red Queen's reign of terror.

Professionally made and quite entertaining re-interpretation of Lewis Carroll's tales, but without the director's typical, more sinister touch.

Who's That Girl?

Illustrator : Yigit Köroglu

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Lena Soderberg

From my vaults: Emile de Antonio


Lais Navarro

New York

Bowling Green Offices 1919 by Irving Underhill

Ragnhild Jevne

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

A TV short on Bigfoot. Tracks and sightings in the Northwest mountain areas. Interviews with local inhabitants. Here is a three-hundred-pound female slob:
"What in your opinion should be done about these creatues if they exist?"
A dark shadow crosses her ugly face and her eyes shine with conviction. "Kill them! They might hurt somebody."

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Veronica Varekova

From my vaults: Georges Antoni

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Jyothsna Chakravarthy

New York

ph: Berenice Abbott

Lia Serge

ph: Lev Efimov

Emily Dickinson: I had been hungry all the years

I had been hungry all the years

I had been hungry all the years;
My noon had come, to dine;
I, trembling, drew the table near,
And touched the curious wine.

‘Twas this on table I had seen,
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.

I did not know the ample bread,
‘Twas so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature’s dining-room.

The plenty hurt me, ‘twas so new,
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted near the sod.

Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.

Charlbi Dean Kriek

A Serious Man (2009)

A Midwestern professor who watches his life unravel through multiple sudden incidents seems to stay stalled though seeking for meaning and answers.

Ingenious existential black comedy steeped in Jewish metaphysics; it hardly can get any darker than this.

Who's That Girl?

Illustrator : Moki Mioke

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