• Luna del Mar

    Luna del Mar

    Quietly perfect.

  • Avstriyskoe Pole

    Avstriyskoe Pole

    So much here to bask in, to admire, and drink from.
    A bewitching work of beauty occulted.
    Ripe time for what has remained hidden to be found.

  • The Tragedy of Macbeth

    The Tragedy of Macbeth

    Fake Plastic Treason.

  • Memoria


    The circus was late.
    Disparate and seldom moments of wonder and promise lost in a paradox of inert headlessness.

    A spiral:
    Ideas aspiring for myriad consilience,
    collapses on itself,
    without making so much as a sound.

    There are some beautiful petals, but there is no flower without a calyx.

  • Scars


    A visceral and daring study of a man's violent past and dysfunctional upbringing, and how it continues to haunt him as he tries to transition into what his father never was, and never taught him. One of the finest, authentic, courageous, and raw docu-dramas ever made, and just 47 minutes long. If you want to see good acting, watch Jason Isaacs in this. One of the most impressive performances I have ever seen.

    Scars is based on real-life interviews conducted…

  • Oriental Elegy

    Oriental Elegy

    Experiencing this, again, tonight, was the salve that I needed, as I battle a difficult illness. Reminding me, again, how the world is so beautiful, and art, so necessary, and still, so new. Finding myself in Sokurov's soul and sensibility has always healed me, galvanised me, both as a maker, and as a viewer. May that always continue, on, and on. My wounds are healing now.

  • Oblivion


    Dwoskin’s ability to reconcile the corporeal with the ephemeral (digital) is unmatched to this day. His unique focus on shaping, solidifying, then reshaping, liquifying, deliquescing, evaporating, and ultimately absolving body in motion via the aberrational techniques utilised through low fidelity SD video and retiming is more organic and real than anything committed to celluloid. The song of a monster is his geometry, and vice versa. The sound of a scream rendered in body. In bone. In writhing organs. To return…

  • The Hart of London

    The Hart of London

    “You have to be very careful...”

    My favourite film that I have seen from Canada, and by some distance, and a profound pain and joy to revisit, always.

  • North by Northwest

    North by Northwest

    Rewatching on BBC Two. It’s been about six years since I last saw it, and while it is far from being one of my favourite Hitch’s, it just reaffirms my love of cinema itself, reminding me why I fell in love with it in the first place, and of course, renders me in paroxysmal awe of Hitch’s mastery and craft. When it comes to cinema as art-cum-entertainment, nobody has ever come close.

  • Swans: Where Does a Body End?

    Swans: Where Does a Body End?

    First half is much more fluid and informative than the second, which despite its intention of narrativising SWANS’ post–Jarboe era, feels rather aimless and lacking in its documentation. It was a surprise to see myself in this briefly toward the end, at their last UK gig in their 2010-17 iteration. This project was clearly a labour of love, but a documentary on SWANS – of all bands – should be far more compelling than this ultimately is.

  • Ursula


    In dreams.

  • The Fall

    The Fall

    Heironymus Bosch + 4-Hydroxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine.

    Harmony in dissonance, renewal in aberration. A minimalist-maximalist self-perpetuating merry-go-round of floral, faunal, and cosmological terror.