Directed by Damien Krisl
Produced by Pixies Films
Director of photography: Guillaume Adrey
Guido Iafigliola, Montevideo, Uruguay.
As long as the brain is at rest, the man enjoys his reason, but the depravement of the brain arises from phlegm and bile, either of which you may recognize in this manner: Those who are mad from phlegm are quiet, and do not cry out nor make a noise; but those from bile are vociferous, malignant, and will not be quiet, but are always doing something improper.
I’d love to say that I’m a life long photographer. The truth is that I spent too many years thinking about it and not doing it.
And so, in 2010 a friend who was returning to Brazil sold me her DSLR. Equipped with what I considered a modern camera, I set about finally trying to learn how to make photographs.
Within a year, I thought it would be fun to buy a 35mm camera.
My photography has now become a marriage of analogue and digital both with cameras and processing. Film negatives are scanned into a digital domain. They are post processed with software and shared electronically. For me, this hybrid photography is a perfect mix of my own past and future.2 hearts
Miguel Lima, Lisbon, Portugal.
There are cases of persons who in their whole lives have never had a dream, while others dream when considerably advanced in years, having never dreamed before. The cause of their not having dreams appears somewhat like that which operates in the case of infants, and that which operates immediately after meals.
Stickup is a code-based generative lyrics video I directed and programmed for the track Stickup by Karma Fields & MORTEN featuring Juliette Lewis. The entire lyrics video consists of multiple stages that are programmed and generated using Processing.
The system for generating the visuals is partially derived from the one previously used in Build the Cities. Lyrics are parsed, making each layer of quadtree structure subdivide itself to a corresponding pattern.3 hearts
TWEAKS + Naytronix + The Acid + Future 3 / System.
I know none nobler; and I pity him
In his misery, albeit he is my foe,
Since he is yoked fast to an evil doom.
My own lot I regard no less than his.
For I see well, nought else are we but mere
Phantoms, all we that live, mere fleeting shadows.