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2001: Space Odyssey


if ever there was a definition of cinema it would be this film. It’s weird how you can watch something as a kid and not get it at all. Then when you revisit it later in life it suddenly makes all the sense in the world. I just watched 2001: Space Odyssey again but this time at the Cinerama Dome at the ArcLight in Hollywood. It was magic. Seeing it projected on the curved screen, the quality of film and the big sound. It was as if I was seeing it for the first time. Truly, this is how it is meant to be seen. Began with the overture, even had an intermission. It was spectacular.

Stanley Kubrick. Damn. I never wanted to be a fake fan, of anything, so I generally don’t. But seriously, this film is from a moment (or more) of genius. It is weird when you watch this film, with it’s non-dialogue to story to silence to trippiness and special effects- it all makes sense in the most non-sensical way. There are images and sound and feelings expressed in this film that people just get and connect with.

The sequence at the end…I interpret it as dimension traveling. And it freaks you out because it is stuff you have thought about yourself. At least I have. The thought of bending time and space to make it one continuous loop that you can move through simultaneously. It’s obviously a trip and your brain goes into overdrive to even think at that level. But I love it. I get lost in space thinking quite often and I get existential now and then, this film pretty much sums up the thought process. And it’s not that it makes you feel any better; it just makes it so that you can see it and understand it as it plays out in front of you instead of in your head.

The acting. There is this quiet control in Kubrick’s direction of his actors. I wish I could have seen him direct because there’s something he does that just makes it all the more believable. The characters were great. Dr. Heywood R. Floyd (William Sylvester) has this cool demeanor about him, this quiet intelligence of knowing something that we nor his peers don’t have the pleasure of knowing. Dr. Dave Bowman (Keir Dullea) has to be one the best ever written. By far he gets the best scenes: from a standoff with HAL 9000 (Douglas Rain) to traveling through the psychedelic sequence and facing every moment of his entire life…He was so much fun to watch. Then there’s Dr. Frank Poole (Gary Lockwood) who was just plain cute. I loved his interaction with . When they are sitting together eating their meal and watching their interview. I love how they don’t talk to each other because they don’t have to; they just know each other so well and don’t need to. I like how all the characters don’t ever go above volume and never have a dramatic freakout. And HAL, hands down the favorite. It was very intuitive of Kubrick to write a computer character that would turn on its maker. I feel like it was a type of thinking ahead of its time, or at least the best portrayal of such a concept even to date. I loved the sequence when Bowman dismantles HAL, it was so destructive without having dramatic action. It was all done through sound and visuals. Those are my favorite moments because Kubrick is invoking a feeling through the abstract.

so good. that’s all.


moleskine art: glasses

by Adam Barnett

by Adam Barnett

I love this little color drawing from Adam Barnett.



Henry Leutwyler’s portfolio of the New York City Ballet is pretty damn exquisite.

die antwoord.

levon: part I.

the man, the myth, the legend. One of those people that is a true diamond in a very rough world. Born in Arkansas, Levon Helm retained that Southern drawl in an exceptional journey throughout the world of rock & roll. This story, I was not ready to tell, and will not be able to express everything I would ever wish to in order to do his legacy justice. But I will try.

I was maybe 18 or 19 when I first learned of The Band.  I heard them through a boyfriend and our friends, his bandmates. They were instantly hooked while I slowly warmed up to these musical pioneers. I’m actually afraid to mention The Last Waltz because it was always a sensitive subject for Levon. But to the uninformed, that film was pretty epic. In the end, it touched many and that, I know, Levon would feel would be the only good that came of making that “documentary.” I know the stories behind the stories. I read This Wheel’s On Fire, Levon’s biography, and could not put it down. Talk about a great storyteller. There are very few that come to mind that I can say was a genuine storyteller; Levon was one of those rare few. I remember being folded up into a chair at their kitchen table, my laptop before me, my fingers tapping away furiously- trying to keep up with Levon’s electrifying tales. 

When I was 20, I graduated from college, I got my first job, I lost my first job. I flew out to Woodstock, New York to live with my boyfriend, Levon and Sandy Helm. I don’t think many people can actually say that sentence. Actually, I’m pretty certain no one can. I had a unique experience, one of those “moon stories” I suppose. 

I remember flying into Albany, New York, excited, tired and cold. I jumped into a dark Saab only to be greeted by a vibrant figure, Lee, smiling ear to ear, confirming my beauty and saying, “Welcome home.”

Home. We pulled onto a vast property enveloped by darkness and the sound of woodland creatures. I was told that “my loft” was ready and waiting for my arrival. And this was only the beginning…  


rice + brown sugar + cinnamon = heaven in your mouth. Truth. Take a trip down to Koo’s in Koreatown because trust me it is well worth it, especially when you can buy these amazing little pancakes for one whole dollar! They are a fluffy and doughy sweet treat that could be eaten at any point in the day. Yum. My mouth just watered.


i saw the exquisite work of Haroshi last night. He was in the house of Huf, which wound up as a crazy party. It’s cool to see that this kind of creativity still exists in a tangible way. This artist takes old skateboards and spins them into amazing pieces of art. check out more pieces here.

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