All tagged 35mm

Ms Regard

Miss June (NZ) are something of a bang between Sonic Youth and Le Tigre. The Lady Ess suggested we try The Old Blue Last for some high quality impromptu noise. I made it about halfway up their crooked staircase before sanctioning whatever was going on in that room. Annabel Liddell is a presence to be reckoned with and the band are loud in the best of ways.

Blue Boot Trinkets

Bob Dylan’s, ‘The Bootleg Series, Vol.1-3 is a beautiful collection of rarities on 5LP, featuring some songs you know, some songs you don’t and very little of anything you may have heard before. Laid out here are the whens, wheres, whys and hows of each thirty-eight never before officially released recordings. The piano demo tape of ‘The Times They A Changin’ shall lift you off your feet, like unto a column of air.

Jean-Luc Pino Fun

There was simply too much stuffs to fit onto last Thursday’s plate of 35mm and so the above is offered for seconds, if you will. There is an all-out Blondie shot of Ms. R in Regent’s Park, another of Andy - Technomancer Extraordinaire - and a few late night tales for good measure.

YWNHMH

The Bataclan shootings in November of 2015 caused an infinite degree of pain around the world, not least for those in attendance that evening, their families and friends. Antoine’s assertion, that those responsible for the murder of Hélène, his wife, would not have his hate or the hatred of their infant son, is an unfathomably dense, totemic thing. It is poetic in the most terrible and perfect of ways.

Detector IV

A certain Phil Stocker dropped by the shop last week, just in time for golden hour and caught the Rosita at her finest. There were also a couple of snaps of books and some stupid speakers made by Grundig in 1952. No one’s ever been crazy enough to attempt the like since and few have captured them with such phenomenal grain.

The Shadow Angelic

Sekiro is the kind of thing upon which dynasties are founded and I feel like FromSoftware are actually getting their talons into my weak, reluctant hide with this one, in a way that they did not with the Soulsborne games. Those were interactions wherein I was more the mouse than the cat and I crawled beneath a sofa the very second their attention was diverted.

Love Steth’ + Kodak

Tim Miller and David Fincher’s new Netflix anthology is a genre defying masterclass in how to push the envelope for entertainment. It’s also some of the best contemporary sci fi available to human kind. Every episode different and also incredible? It is apparently possible and there isn’t an episode without stellar writing, knock ‘em dead visuals and a cast to kill for.

Celestial Hi Roll

‘Hi Score Girl’ is, naturally a Nitflorx production and there is nothing that I do not like about it. The animation and colours are wonderful and their love for the fighting game - Street Fighter in particular - and the arcade of yesteryear is palpable.

Der Nutsnacker

There are only so many ways to finish things in the run up until the day itself and they all, invariably leave a portion of things unfinished. This year, that toboggan slope of work, studio and other awkward miscellany has led me only to the conclusion that there were things I have meant, with all good intention to do, yet for the life of me, I cannot recall what they were.

Kim's River Myth

Look at this book. Look at this tiny, tiny book. How shall I furnish an empty house with the like of ‘Six Fairy Tales’? Hockney, the brothers Grimm and I need to have a serious chat. Also, I desperately need to Tracy Island a miniature bookmark for that is what shall make my heart to soar.

One Honey Snap

Remember those disposable cameras you used to buy in the airport? The ones now reserved for wedding tables and hen parties; those that occasionally…how do I put this? Go missing and then turn up years later in time capsule fashion with all kinds of nostalgic and “compromising” material squirrelled within?

Space Inversion

The 1970s were a pivot point, or could have been and I get their frustration and anger at the senseless, arbitrary greed of it all. It grinds the molars now more than ever. The 1980s look like the roadtrip I want to take. Just give me a second to stuff a bag with some film and I’ll meet you in the Police box out back.