musings. influences. perceptions. considerations. by a creative director. fine artist. image maker. wine drinker. writer.
Mom doesn't know my name * weeping *
If you're one of my 3 friends reading this, you know I own Petville.com, essentially a blog for all things pet. My good friend with an active blog on all things brand often complains about PR companies sending non-personalized releases. I get many for Petville, but now, I feel there's nothing lower than mom not even knowing my name. PR peeps, don't use generic greetings, Bill and I will make fun of you.
Hi !
I was searching for pet care bloggers when I came across BLOG
NAME {uhm, my blog name is Petville}. We know how much a pet is a part of the family and you want to buy them
all you can – but that extra cost can add up fast, especially when
you’re on a tight budget. If you want to keep on spoiling your pooch and
pampering your cat without breaking the bank… look no further than to the
Coupon Mom Show! In the episode airing next week (Thursday February 25th), Coupon Mom shows her viewers how to spend smartly on pets so that the WHOLE
family gets what they need without putting the family in the financial
doghouse.
As a pet blogger, I thought you might be interested in
learning about and sharing this episode with the readers of BLOG NAME {uhm, my blog name is Petville}... yadda yadda.
If you haven't read the top right of this site, I'm a Creative and UX Director, in the network just named No. 2 on the Ad Age Agency A-List. Bottom line, I run the DNA of design.
I'm looking for a few ranges of UX professionals, including IA and research analysts, so please contact me if you work in the UX field. My more immediate need is for IAs... so read along if you are talented, and not an asshole. (predictable disclaimer: that was a complete personal statement, NOT written by my employer.)
I'll try to make it sound sexy...
Information Architecture entails designing an information system and the users’ pathways through it. The IA’s goal is to create a system that will provide useful information to suit the user’s context. System structure, inputs and outputs of information, semantic analysis and accommodating changes in the user’s context are in the information architect’s domain.
Ok the reality:
Develop thorough, realistic plans that support organizational objectives
Work with clients to understand their business models and goals and help define strategy, content, and features for design of their web site
Analyze audiences and their information and functional needs
Define site architecture and navigation that serves as a blueprint of the site upon which all other aspects are built
Create wireframes, site maps, schematics, process maps, feature lists, mockups, visual specification, working prototypes and other artifacts to describe the intended user experience
It's not every day I'm compelled to take a picture at the Shop Rite. But now I know what to serve for breakfast if I ever wake up (with bed head) next to a strange Asian man. Never mind a woman I might share the same lipstick color with. Note in the contents on the right package, I am, literally, able to eat a "blossom."
Thank you, Kashi, for putting awkward packaging on what could really be an awkward morning situation.
I was telling a colleague the other day that I have to keep my mountain bike in fine tune, as it has been an imperative tool with my work lately. I've been shooting with "mobile media" for over 4 years–partly because it was once something new to see with, but also because of its portability. Add my love for cycling–note in remote places that attract bears–and I have the perfect bike ride. One that is recorded. Here is a sample of some captures, all meant to be projected fairly large and shown in random looped order, but you'll get the dizzy idea enough with this. All below shot with a Blackberry.
[added 8/27: Flash designers! Whether you're the artsy illustrator in Flash, or the back end dev, we're looking at both. Contact us! ]
Here is where I can expand beyond my 140 character limit on Twitter. I've been posting around to start looking at portfolios/work for those hungry to work through the end of the year. Solid hours. Start/end dates will depend on each position. This is on site.
I'm CD with Euro RSCG Life 4D, the digital-only healthcare agency of Euro. Over the next few weeks I'm looking at all levels of art, copy and IA:
ACD, Sr. AD, AD, Jr. AD, Copywriter, Content Producer, IA
Send your work/resumes/links/brilliance/begging to joanne.borek@eurorscg.com
During its years as a Soviet satellite, East Germany created and maintained an organization called the Stasi. Their mission: "to know everything."
Henckel von Donnersmarck's The Lives of Others (winner of the 2007 Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film) is a German language film exploring the corrosive and tragic consequences of this type of government activity as it plays out in the lives of a dedicated Stasi officer and his latest targets.
Gerd Wiesler is a true believer in the Stasi motto. Despite his bland appearance, Wiesler is ruthlessly efficient in his job, a fact his Chief relies on, as he wants Wiesler to head up a surveillance operation on playwright Georg Dreyman, believing him to have anti-government views. Christa-Maria is Dreyman's favorite actress and live-in lover.
As he eavesdrops on the couple, Wiesler finds himself sympathizing with their plight. Dreyman is successful and acclaimed and he supports the East German government. However, he opposes the treatment of dissidents, especially his friend Jerska. Once the country's leading stage director, Jerska has been forbidden to work in the theater. At Dreyman's birthday party, Jerska gives him a musical score titled Sonata for a Good Man as a gift. Days later, Jerska commits suicide.
Wiesler listens in as Dreyman is notified of Jerska's suicide, and sits down to play Sonata for a Good Man. He is visibly moved by it. Afterward he meets a boy in an elevator who exclaims his father views the Stasi as bad men. Wiesler's instinct is to track down the father, yet he hesitates at this crucial turning point.
Meanwhile Jerska's suicide finally spurs Dreyman into speaking out against the regime. He arranges to anonymously publish an article on carefully concealed suicide rates in the GDR in a West German magazine.
The importance of this point in the movie is that while Dreyman is rebelling more and more, Wiesler is transforming into a compassionate person–compassion more for himself, to realize his own censorship he's been living with.He begins to protect Dreyman's situation from the Stasi. He lives his minutes, hours and days in fabrication, creating his own play of characters–with the characters being Dreyman, his colleagues and his lover.
I don't want to give away the goods to someone who may want to watch this recent Oscar winner. The beauty and frustration at the end, is that someone who is supposed to be an intellectual (Dreyman) is not seeing his life for what it was, until he's told by one of his former oppressors.
He comes to realize he's maintained a level of freedom literally due to the hands of Wiesler–someone who lived his whole life to this point for others.
Dreyman thanks the former Stasi in a way he best gets his message across – he publishes a novel. Of course it's titled Sonata for a Good Man.
Wiesler sees the book advertised in a bookstore, and finds that it is dedicated to him "with gratitude". He goes to buy the book and, when asked if he wants it gift wrapped, he responds "No, it's for me." The movie freezes on the face of a man who for the first time has something to claim for himself, not others.
Art and Oppression
In the scene Dreyman learns of Jerka's death, he quotes Lenin on Beethoven's Appassionata – "if I keep listening to it, I won't finish the revolution." Dreyman then asks aloud, "can anyone who has truly heard this music be a bad person?"
Inspired to do a little research - I compared interpretations of Beethoven's Appassionata. Myra Hess wins for style (but gets F minor for haircut). The story of Myra Hess well relates to The Lives of Others.
On September
3, 1939, England declared war on Germany. All theaters, cinemas, concert
halls, and museums in London were closed for the duration. Within weeks,
feeling that the British people were being deprived of music, Myra Hess,
one of the world's great pianists, convinced the government to allow her
to start a daily recital series at the National gallery in central London.
With all the paintings and sculptures removed from the galleries, Myra
Hess opened the first concert on October 10, 1939. She abandoned her international career, because she felt
it was more important to the war effort to have live concerts to help
boost the morale of the people.
Here she is. (I played it about five times in a row.)
It figures – A man saves the world by fucking a young woman. That's essentially how our professor summed up a sneered comment made to him after viewing Andrei Tarkovsky's The Sacrifice (1986). He proceeded that with the question "so were any women here offended?"
No, but I felt a little dumber because I didn't see the film as concluding with that at all. But I did ruin the ending of the movie a wee bit by opening with that. I pitied the slow madness of Alexander – I wasn't expecting a fraternity high five for that move. In fact after his late night encounter with the "best kind of witch" (a servant that works in his house) he awakens on his couch, has previously blacked-out electric now restored, is fully dressed and tucked, therefor making me think it may have been a dream. The ending of the movie almost seems to be the previous day. But I can see the act determining the name of the film – a man can not be redeemed unless he's effaced himself.
Man turns 50, goes slowly mad, seduces a witch, then burns his house down. I guess in Sweden they don't solve a crisis by buying a red sports car. In this case he has a rickety bike to get to the witch–one that Tarkovsky makes sure we understand has broken parts, and one which he films for several minutes, making its uneven way through a muddy path, to prove the last minute struggles of Alexander's "sacrifice." In earlier scenes we hear the postman refer to a gift as a sacrifice–we must give up something we enjoy to give to others, or it's not truly a gift.
I hope Tarkovsky wasn't trying to say that Alexander himself was a gift to the young servant.
To get away from the content of the movie, the visuals were absolutely incredible. I was taken away by Tarkovsky's slow paced camera pan. The effect is captivating, narrative, honest, and above all, contemplative. His composition, in every frame of over a thousand feet of film is absolutely perfect. To me, it was so beautiful it often took away from the spoken word. And it didn't help it was subtitled.
Tarkovsky shoots minutes of film without a cut. Acting must be perfect. Lighting has to follow. Actors must walk in and out of frame with precision. Some actors will appear with their back to the camera, actively commanding the conversation. It's almost straining.
The first actor to directly speak to the camera, and hold a close up is the house servant, soon to be discovered as the witch.
There is a strong reference to paintings, explicitly often showing a reproduction Alexander has of Leonardo's The Adoration of the Magi.
I admit I didn't catch what my professor said to be another strong influence on Tarkovsky: Edvard Munch. So I looked up a few paintings of the great Norwegian symbolist painter and grabbed a screen shot from the film. Here's a taste.
Solás's Lucía (1968) has thematic concern with the decolonization process in Cuba in its approach to showing the processes that generate social problems while leaving the resolution open to the "active" viewer.
Let me attempt to get this right. The film is divided (sometimes very slowly) into three episodes in the lives of three Cuban women, each named Lucía, from three different historical periods: 1895 Cuban war of independence (with Spain), the 1930's (Machado's fall), and the 1960's (beginning of the Cuban Revolution).
Solás uses different sets of actors and distinct cinematic styles for the three historical stories. Each Lucía belongs to a different social class–aristocracy, middle to upper middle class, and what looks to be the rural peasant class before the revolution.
Each Lucía thus lives in a period of great political and social change which inevitably and profoundly affect her private life. A love story serves as the basic plot outline for the unfolding of the three parts, and each Lucía's circumstances and choices are related to a love affair and/or marriage with a man.
For me, when character studies are a strong combination of story and visual imagery, I'm intrigued. The style of each segment is distinctive and appropriate
both to the tale and to evoking the epoch.
The first has a phenomenal conversation scene in the woods, with a tree acting as the third ear. The secret lovers are each on one side of the tree, with Solás filming each actor with the tree as stand-in for the recipient of the words–see the pic above. Once Lucía is betrayed, the entire style turns to lighting with
harsh black and white contrasts. Overall the camera movement is dreamy, almost listless, and the acting
is melodramatic. It ends with a delirious camera spin as Lucía finds
a commonality with the despised madwoman of the streets.
The second has a tense
thriller rhythm and a bias toward interior shots that reflect the protagonist's
chafing at confining of her action; it ends in a stunned freeze frame that suspends
the action and her possibilities. Here's it's not the camera that's listless, it's the actress.
The third is sun-filled, coarse and rowdy. This tale too ends unresolved, with the camera circling the endlessly-fighting
couple from above. The film ends with a metaphorical shot, of a little girl
in a white shift running free toward the landscape.
While watching the film, I kept thinking Bruce Weber would have throroughly enjoyed shooting this.
Stanley Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove - Humor in the context of impending world destruction, hypocrisy, misunderstanding,
lechery, paranoia, ambition, euphemism, patriotism, and heroism.
This film reminded me a bit of Buñuel's The Exterminating Angel. As Buñuel had dinner guests trapped in a parlor room, Kubrick focuses the film on discussion in a War Room full of Joint Chiefs. Peter Sellers portrays three characters, including, of course, Dr. Strangelove. His presence as multiple characters is about the only feel of "big studio" I get (decisions by the money behind the making). Both Buñuel and Kubrick challenge the character study of human condition - what happens when all doesn't go as planned - how do people adapt?
Dr. Stangelove himself of course has all the answers when Russia is about to be annihilated. In the War Room, he explains that perhaps not all is lost.
A nucleus of human specimens could be kept in mine shafts, greenhouses can grow food, and animals can be bred and slaughtered. And, in
order to ensure that humankind will continue, a ration of "ten females to
each male" should be maintained, with the females being of a "highly
stimulating nature," and the presence of the Joint Chiefs being a
necessity.
Not quite the same party as Buñuel set up, but at least it's a productive one.
Since there's way too many hilarious conversations, miscommunications and character intros to list here, I will point out that the movie isn't about a sexually-charged man's ideals (although there are numerous sexual references, including character names).
To look at the film's title, Strangelove is a potent character–twisted, coldly rational, his
mechanical arm likely to spring into a Seig Heil at the slightest
provocation. Despite the film name, he's not at all the most "active" character in the film, but definitely represents the theme. He's many things - nazi-turned scientific adviser to the US President, handicapped yet menacing, part mad, yet articulate and logical.
In return, Kubrick does visual justice to these themes by film in such styles as surrealist, impressionistic and documentary.
I can't think of this film without hearing the repetitive drums of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home" during the bomb run. In fact, I'll annoy my two yearly readers with the same, and ruin the ending in the meantime. Enjoy:
Luis Buñuel’s The Exterminating Angel (1962)
is a grim comedy–a view of human
nature that suggests we harbor savage
instincts and unspeakable secrets. Take a
group of prosperous dinner guests and pen
them up long enough, he suggests, and they’ll
turn on one another like rats.
An aristocrat appropriately named Nobilé has invited several society friends to his home after the opera. Buñuel begins
with small, alarming prophecies. The cook and
the servants suddenly escape, just as the
guests are arriving. The hostess is furious–she planned an after-dinner entertainment
involving a bear and two sheep. Now it will
have to be canceled.
These surrealistic touches are dropped in without
comment. The dinner party is a success. The
guests whisper slanders about each other,
their eyes playing across the faces of their
fellow guests with greed, lust and envy.
They migrate to an adjoining parlor to continue with their empty conversation.
Two men focus their attention on a beautiful girl,
rumored to be a virgin. Several familiar guests, including two lovers engaged
to be married go through
the pretense of introducing themselves to each other. A terminally ill pianist, passionately kisses her attending physician, and the doctor reveals to the other guests that she will
soon grow bald. A pregnant woman casually
alludes to the questionable paternity of her baby in front of her equally
dispassionate husband.
My kind of party.
The hours pass. The people yawn and stretch out in exhaustion, yet no one
leaves. And so the unusual charade continues, as the guests make their way
towards the open hallway of the entrance, hesitate, and find a reason or excuse
to stay. Despite their mutual realization that they have clearly overstayed
their welcome, no one wants to bear the distinction of being the first person
to leave the dinner party. The veneer of civility erodes as desperation and
distrust set in, and inevitably, the guests turn against their accommodating
host, blaming him for their absurd, self-induced captivity.
While attempting to break down the emotions of the guests in the days that ensued (imagine stuck in that room and running out of wine), I notice any perception of a positive emotion previously shown by the guests, Buñuel turns on its side to a negative: Humor, success, excitement, desire, pleasure, promise, abundance, intelligence, innocence.
The Exterminating Angel is a visually stunning, richly symbolic, and
subtly allegorical tale on the nature of human behavior. Through a claustrophobic
examination of masters without servants, Buñuel strips the facade
of all social pretense and exposes the fundamentally base, instinctual, and
primal behavior innate in the human soul.
What separates man from beast? According
to Buñuel, the answer perhaps lies in the freedom of the animals (and the children).
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