greencap’s review published on Letterboxd:
Cratedigging for a lookbook today as an excuse to just indulge my aesthetic cravings for hours on end...the internet really is a home to me so often.
I totally agree with a lot of the claims that I see around that state that the biggest hindrance Paul Clipson ever found himself beneath creatively was his own impatience, and I personally think that a lot of the time Clipson caved underneath his Teo Hernandez ripping than spending more time expanding upon the mid 10s tumblrcore bricolage that makes his work so marvelous....but I cannot help but just become completely enveloped every time I see one of his films. It's the perfect tonal crossroads for me...some of my favorite ambient artists dipping into the same phantasmagoric well that Clipson dips into, mending sight and sound from the same source and perfectly capturing that overwrought ache that I feel inside of me. The word "love" underplays the feeling...I "love" peanut butter pretzels, but this is something so much greater...I feel like a baby monkey that suddenly became strong enough to climb up to the canopy.
Marvelous.....