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High concept, Olivier Pron
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High concept, Olivier Pron
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High concept, Olivier Pron
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High concept, Olivier Pron
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High concept, Olivier Pron
“In the olden days, producers knew what visual effects were. Now they’ve gotten into this methodology where they’ll hire a middleman – a visual effects supervisor, and this person works for the producing studio. They’re middle managers. And when you go into a review with one of them, there’s this weird sort of competition that happens. It’s a game called ‘Find What’s Wrong With This Shot’. And there’s always going to be something wrong, because everything’s subjective. And you can micromanage it down to a pixel, and that happens all the time. We’re doing it digitally, so there’s no pressure to save on film costs or whatever, so it’s not unusual to go through 500 revisions of the same shot, moving pixels around and scrutinizing this or that. That’s not how you manage artists. You encourage artists, and then you’ll get – you know – art. If your idea of managing artists is just pointing out what’s wrong and making them fix it over and over again, you end up with artists who just stand around asking “OK lady, where do you want this sofa? You want it over there? No? Fine. You want it over there? I don’t give a fuck. I’ll put it wherever you want it.” It’s creative mismanagement, it’s part of the whole corporate modality. The fish stinks from the head on down. Back on Star Wars, Robocop, we never thought about what was wrong with a shot. We just thought about how to make it better.”

Steven Soderbergh presents the classic Indiana Jones film in black and white, with a replaced soundtrack, to emphasize the staging and cinematography of the film.

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Out and about with Julien Douvier
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Out and about with Julien Douvier
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Out and about with Julien Douvier
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We’ll leave the light on for you, Christophe Maout
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We’ll leave the light on for you, Christophe Maout
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We’ll leave the light on for you, Christophe Maout
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We’ll leave the light on for you, Christophe Maout
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We’ll leave the light on for you, Christophe Maout
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We’ll leave the light on for you, Christophe Maout
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We’ll leave the light on for you, Christophe Maout
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We’ll leave the light on for you, Christophe Maout
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We’ll leave the light on for you, Christophe Maout

Ford was 300 pounds of redneck belligerence with the face of a malevolent baby, playing to his sour constituency of have-nots by sticking it to the Toronto establishment (just about anybody who could spell), without noticeably achieving anything else.

That Ford was a frequent two-fisted public drunk, enjoyed the occasional crack pipe, insulted and berated anybody not charmed by his boar-in-a-china-shop act and consorted with lowlifes, ad nauseam, royally pained the conscientious but endeared him to the rest. He earned the distinction of being the first Canadian politician to serve as the punch line on late-night American talk shows.

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Medusa by Guido Mocafico.
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Medusa by Guido Mocafico.
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Medusa by Guido Mocafico.
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Medusa by Guido Mocafico.
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Medusa by Guido Mocafico.
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Medusa by Guido Mocafico.
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Medusa by Guido Mocafico.
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Medusa by Guido Mocafico.
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look up. autumn is here. photos by (click pic) nate zeman, kurt lawson, patrick pleul, stephano sali, john wilhelm, heiko gerlicher, wavy1, adam plucinski and saez pascal 
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look up. autumn is here. photos by (click pic) nate zeman, kurt lawson, patrick pleul, stephano sali, john wilhelm, heiko gerlicher, wavy1, adam plucinski and saez pascal 
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look up. autumn is here. photos by (click pic) nate zeman, kurt lawson, patrick pleul, stephano sali, john wilhelm, heiko gerlicher, wavy1, adam plucinski and saez pascal 
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look up. autumn is here. photos by (click pic) nate zeman, kurt lawson, patrick pleul, stephano sali, john wilhelm, heiko gerlicher, wavy1, adam plucinski and saez pascal 
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look up. autumn is here. photos by (click pic) nate zeman, kurt lawson, patrick pleul, stephano sali, john wilhelm, heiko gerlicher, wavy1, adam plucinski and saez pascal 
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look up. autumn is here. photos by (click pic) nate zeman, kurt lawson, patrick pleul, stephano sali, john wilhelm, heiko gerlicher, wavy1, adam plucinski and saez pascal 
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look up. autumn is here. photos by (click pic) nate zeman, kurt lawson, patrick pleul, stephano sali, john wilhelm, heiko gerlicher, wavy1, adam plucinski and saez pascal 
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look up. autumn is here. photos by (click pic) nate zeman, kurt lawson, patrick pleul, stephano sali, john wilhelm, heiko gerlicher, wavy1, adam plucinski and saez pascal 
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look up. autumn is here. photos by (click pic) nate zeman, kurt lawson, patrick pleul, stephano sali, john wilhelm, heiko gerlicher, wavy1, adam plucinski and saez pascal 

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Throwback Thursday - Ever wonder how we filmed the opening crawl? Now you know.

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“Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God and destroys a visible Nature. Unaware that this Nature that he has been destroying is this God he’s worshiping.”
— Hubert Reeves. Astrophysicist

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I’ve always been fascinated by scoffing. It’s such a weird human reaction. It’s wanting to say something is stupid without directly saying it. Or sometimes without saying anything at all. The key is contempt. You simply cannot be bothered to even find the fucks to give.

We see this a lot in the…

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The Robot War, Jakub Rozalski
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The Robot War, Jakub Rozalski
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The Robot War, Jakub Rozalski
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The Robot War, Jakub Rozalski
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The Robot War, Jakub Rozalski
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The Robot War, Jakub Rozalski
“The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being.”