| sIntros | We
love music videos. We love the loose narrative. We love the fancy images. We love music videos. MUSIC VIDEOS------------------------> | ||
| sWordss | This
is Little
Baby Eyes... a visual poem set to the music of Franz Kirmann | ||
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This place
changes
when the sun goes down. A sense of otherworldliness descends. A dark vision of an abandoned city. Then, out of nowhere and from nothing, there is a light. And, the light seeks affirmation. And, who affirms? A ghostly figure: half child half woman. She is Little Baby Eyes. | ||
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| sWordss | Mr. Joe's kitchen is
hard to describe except to say that it is like stepping into a time
machine. Because Mr. Joe's kitchen is so hard to describe, here is a
picture of it. My mom works for Mr. Joe, and that's how we came to find him and his kitchen. Mr. Joe has let us photograph him many, many times. He has entrusted with us some of his stories about his childhood in Thibodaux, Louisiana over 90 years ago. Mr. Joe also appears in some of our moving picture films including Little Baby Eyes (in his living room) and in the 2011 short Destiny lives Down the Road (again, in his kitchen). | ||
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| sWordss | The fabulous Dominique
Thompson as Little Baby Eyes in the
Village Square parking lot in Chalmette, LA. If you look very closely,
you can see a ghost of me. I play the light in this video. --------------------warning: technical stuff below-------------------- Because we were using such a slow shutter speed, I could run around virtually invisible while the light remained a constant flow. Pretty neat. We shot this on a compact stills camera my sister gave us and then assembled all of the stills in Final Cut Pro. Each still took around 30 seconds to process during the shoot. This meant Dominique would sometimes have to remain incredibly still for 30 minutes straight. Light effects were created with common flash lights and an LCD light from Walmart. | ||
| ----------------------------------------------------------->THE CANAL | |||
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| sWordss | Patrick has an
obsession with this canal. He must have taken over 500 pictures of it.
It's down the street from my sister's house in Chalmette. We take the
boys there sometimes. We pretend we can see alligators and nutria, and,
by golly, sometimes we do. | ||
| You're a Happy Rabbit, you are... | |||
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| sWordss | I wanted to give "Happy Rabbit" a very unique look. We shot it on video in real time, edited and then exported the project as stills and printed them out. This was in excess of 3000 printed pages. We "treated" the stills by crumpling the papers, working with paint, wax, lighting fluid etc. After treating them, we scanned them all back into the computer and imported them into the edit. We were using an animated process to create a look. The whole process took six weeks of the physical labor of at least four people. | ||
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| sWordss | When I started working with Breakbot's track, the actual storyline began to evolve and develop. It turned more surreal. Here's a guy in a space suit performing an upbeat track in a grungy local workman's pub. When he steps out of the gents, he is like Neil Armstrong taking his first steps on the moon. There is a divide between the punters and the performer. But, when the track kicks in, for one shining moment, the Lambeth Walk Pub is awakened from its drunken stupor: people are dancing, smiling, giving the thumbs up. The performer connects with the audience and has a moment of glory before it's shattered by the guys playing pool. | ||
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| sWordss | I have to mention something about casting and locations. This is
another example of getting people to play themselves. Or, a version of
themselves. Look at the video again and see if you can guess who is a
professional actor and who are people acting themselves. | ||
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| sBrags | "Happy Rabbit" was officially selected for competition in the Slamdance Film Festival in the experimental short film category. | ||
| -------------------------another video below-------------------------- | |||
| Loco
means crazy in Spanish. | |||
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| sQ&As | Q
& A How did you choose this track? I'm gonna tell you the story in a long convoluted way: during the mid Naughties when we were working in London, Patrick did a lot of shooting for Day for Night Films, a production company run by some fellow LFS alumni. On one particular job, a Spanish dude called Jose was doing the sound recording. Now, Jose is also a musician, and his band is called the Missing Limbs. So, ever curious, Patrick went on MySpace and listened to some tracks and really liked them, and he especially liked Loco. "I'm gonna set some visuals to this music one day," he said to Jose. And, Jose said "O.K." How did you come up with the concept? Loco got filed away in Patrick's brain until a few months later when Spencer called him to say that he'd rented a high speed camera and wanted to do some tests with some live chickens in his back garden. So Patrick hotfooted it over to Highgate, and he shot Spencer throwing live chickens up in the air. Well, that triggered something in Patrick's brain, and the idea came to him: he would chuck milk and yogurt and eggs and water ballons at me while shooting it in slow motion. The track would be Loco because what crazy person would do such a thing? Is there more to the story? There are two asides, and it will show you how everything is connected. Patrick and Francois cast Spanish Dude Jose as the cosmonaut in Happy Rabbit. And, funnily enough, the live chicken footage ended up being used in the Kirmann Project. Recycle, reuse. | ||
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| My mom's personal favorite is Liza | |||
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| sWordss | The
process that brought us to Liza was seemingly convoluted at the time
but makes perfect sense now. This one started with a Kirmann track
called Liza. | ||
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| sWordss | From Daneeta's Journal: "I
like driving when the landscape looks like this. We drove out to
Rockhammar today. On the drive out there, I was listening to Liza
on the iPod. I am beginning to separate out the fact that Kirmann is my
friend. The music is now standing on its own. It evokes
memory....individual memory. That is, I think that his songs evoke an
individual image in the listener's head...something that is specific to
the listener. The image turns into a series of images...a day dream...a
memory. His songs allow you to go into the inside space. They allow you
to time trip. It is very powerful."
We were in Sweden and looking for an angle. We knew we wanted to shoot the cold Swedish landscape, but we needed something more. | ||
| sPhotos | patrick and joe jackson in Libya circa 1982 | ||
| sWordss | At the same time, it was
Christmas. Ingrid and Rune had come to the farm at Svinnersta, and
Patrick and Ingrid were going through all of their old family photos
and super8 footage. Patrick got the idea to preserve it by projecting
the footage on the wall and recording it on miniDV. It was the footage
of Libya that struck him. | ||
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| sWordss | Everything clicked into place
when Patrick started shooting his mother Karin. He juxtaposed images of
her youthful life long ago in sun swept Libya with that of her life now
in wintry Sweden. | ||
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| sBrags | Liza became part documentary, part visual poem, part family history. Nominated: Best Short - Stuttgart Filmwinter Nominated: Best Experimental Film - The London Short Film Festival Official Selection - Filmfest Dresden Special Programme Official Selection - Upshot: British Film Institute Southbank Screened at - Prospect 1.5 Open Studios, Revel (2010), Bialystok, Poland: Days of Contemporary Art | ||
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| sEnds | You can go home. You can look at Patrick's picture blog. You can read some of my post modern novel in progress. |