Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The Nail House

This thin, slim, thimble stand of land is a home in Chongqing, China, dangling atop a vast excavation. The locals call it the “Nail House,” like a nail that won’t come loose. There are so many stories in China of homeowners who refuse to move out for redevelopment and are arrested and sometimes even beaten. The owner of the “Nail House,” Wu Ping, has somehow managed to survive.

Here is an interview with her.

(more: global voices, nytimes)

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

yaji and kita: the midnight pilgrims (dir: kankuro kudo)

I think once I move to San Francisco, I’d like to get a video projector and throw a mini-film festival every once in a while. You know, invite some friends over, open some beers, play some sunny songs, have a potluck, and watch a musical about a pair of gay Japanese biker samurai who journey all across Japan, time, and the heavens in search of peace and love and harmony.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

bring your umbrella

'cause its raining skyscrapers

(let's make more movies for the arch film fest!!!!!!)

Monday, March 12, 2007

i think

"zodiac" and "the host" are gonna be on my list of fav films of 2007. both so beautiful and creepy. well, creepy is the new beautiful, so you could say they were beautiful beautiful, or creepy creepy.

(fav films of 2006 were "science of sleep" + "a scanner darkly" + "half nelson")

("babel" + "the fountain" were pretty big dissapointments, i still need to see "inland empire" + "volver" + "funky forest" + "the piano tuner of earthquakes" really)

(next, i'm looking forward to "be kind, rewind" + "sunshine" + "blades of glory")

Friday, March 09, 2007

east beach

(east beach cafe design by thomas heatherwick, in west sussex.)

a little cafe by the sea, sliced into ribbons as if you dance with that girl for the first time, you're nervous and your body falls apart all over the sand. the more you try to pick yourself up, the more you come apart.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

you and me

we made a mountain

(rip curl canyon by ball-nogues studio)
a map of the real world is no less imaginary than a map of the imaginary world