I get so easily transfixed by certain films + their visual stories. I finally saw cocteau's la belle + la bête.beauty + the beast at ifc. nothing like a french fairy tale {with surrealism thrown in--making me love gondry even more} to make one's afternoon. I was in such a good mood, I didn't even mind that the drawing center was closed for the week. the layering of metaphor + visual allusional references were awe-inspiring. not quite as campy as the venture bros. I was explaining to a good director friend of mine this week that I feel like such a dope, since I have no way of articulating the visual that isn't flat--no magic, no verve. just words that hang there for another to visually translate. I love how cocteau draws you in, but keeps you uneasy. oh, like in post-liberation france--treachery abounds. hmmm. yes, greta, I can see why you wanted your beast back.
:on the f-train, a hipster mom was having an outing with her 6 or 7-year old daughter. the daughter was naming the stations before the signs were visible, noting the distinctions between street and avenue and correcting herself. the mom was explaining how there were more elevated lines back in the day + talking about the old 6th. avenue el. "was it like the 7?," the daughter exclaimed; "yes, like the 7," mom assured. oh, they were off to the a at jay street, dashing across the platform on an adventure.
:on the f-train, a hipster mom was having an outing with her 6 or 7-year old daughter. the daughter was naming the stations before the signs were visible, noting the distinctions between street and avenue and correcting herself. the mom was explaining how there were more elevated lines back in the day + talking about the old 6th. avenue el. "was it like the 7?," the daughter exclaimed; "yes, like the 7," mom assured. oh, they were off to the a at jay street, dashing across the platform on an adventure.
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