In camera, diary, image on September 23, 2009 by Hugo
watched sunless again. i remember liking it a lot. not anymore. It is good cinema I assume, that first image is seminal (and so is the second one), but…an essay on tokyo culture and images….a little dry.
But it matters little whether i like the film today or not. It was the method and the impression it made that was important and necessary for me to encounter. From Herzog, to this, to Korine, to Jem Cohen. Eventually to me, so I guess it passed through me. Me me me. Fuck fuck fuck.
Look at this image. All the technology, time, tuition money that brought Sunless back to me. I first watched it before I even had any idea I would be in film school. Now I took a picture of it with my cellphone. I guess we’ve come full circle Marker. I think I win.
Ugly machines. Beautiful images.
In camera, diary, image on August 28, 2009 by Hugo
yes we were up in brooklyn with steele of smif-n-wessun and poison pen of stronghold
In camera, cinema, diary, image on August 28, 2009 by Hugo
my phone is so fly, aug 2009
In camera, diary, image on August 27, 2009 by Hugo
somewhere in brooklyn usa
In camera, diary, image on August 27, 2009 by Hugo
driving thru brooklyn
In camera, cinema, diary, image on August 27, 2009 by Hugo
right past amsterdam usa, upstate ny
In camera, diary, image on August 11, 2009 by Hugo
St Nicholas Street, Harlem, NYC, 2009
In camera, cinema, diary, image on July 30, 2009 by Hugo
some bang out spot out west, july 2009
In books, camera, diary, image, rap, rhymes on July 18, 2009 by Hugo
He sat up and started rapping this rhyme:
I’m blooooood…energized from Beddastuy/
drawling out every syllable rhythimically making everything rhyme as if it couldnt…but in the mouths of such artists words are like smaller utterances of musical notes…
As a young Buc school is sumtin’ I set aside/
he was visibly shaken but gradually the momentum was building up and you could see it overtake his body, his chest completely out, his head up, his hand low on his paintswaist, his red fitted baseball cap backwards, and the energized spirit in his bloodshot eyes.
I’m bloood…in the sky!…and its fly!/
He looked up above as if talking to the Lord…
Shoot a bullet in his thigh and spray his side/
Soo Woo is revolution but Soo Woo is not televised
Soo Woo is from the streets of the Beddastuy…..
In camera, diary, image on May 30, 2009 by Hugo
why u dont speak to me
is it cuz youre shy or
is it cuz you got
nothin inside ya
…
