…the most prolific documentarists are no longer to be found in film schools and TV stations. In some European and American cities, every street corner is under constant surveillance using recording closed-circuit TV (CCTV) cameras. Such cameras are typically operated by local government, police, private security firms, large corporations and small businesses, and private individuals, and may be automatic or controlled (zoomed and panned) from a remote control room. Filmmakers, and in particular documentarists of all flavours, should reflect on this constant gaze. Why bring in additional cameras, when much private and public urban space is already covered from numerous angles?
May 13, 2008
The documented activity of the protagonist
May 10, 2008
So You’ve Decided to Survive the Apocalypse
Containing practical advice, oil paintings, cartoons depicting primitive percussion-drilled wells, and - my favourite - a chapter on “Scoundrels, and Defense therefrom,” A Steampunk’s Guide to the Apocalypse blends survivalism and whimsy to delightful (and informative) effect.
Download the imposed version for printing and folding, or the web version (both PDFs).
April 30, 2008
Specific groups of not less than 15

A stunning video from the wonderful Pinky Show.
February 27, 2008
Aging on screen
Passage.
A short, sweet, and surprisingly moving piece of video game art. Will you stay where you are and explore, gathering identical treasure and accruing arbitrary points? Will you keep a steady path and try to get as far ahead as you can? Will you fall in love? What will you do with your brief time?
People in Order: Age.
Three minutes, one drum and a century’s worth of Brits.
Noah takes a picture of himself every day for 6 years.
There’s something unsettlingly poignant about watching a total stranger age six years in the space of about six minutes. I’ve returned to this video a few times over the past year, and I’m not entirely sure why I find it so fascinating. I think part of it is context - digital snaps and a YouTube window, us with ever more and more technology to record and preserve and - we like to think, in our weaker moments - extend our lives, but when you get down to it, it’s just us, passing through. Or maybe it’s the intermittent frames with someone in the background. People come in to our lives, attracting so much attention, and then disappearing, so quickly as unremarkable as the detritus in the background, and indistinguishable from the unpredictable next, who will soon become unremarkable themselves. Maybe it’s because I’m not a kid anymore, and haven’t been for a while, though I never noticed when that actually happened. Maybe if I catch that moment in him, it’ll give me a clue about mine.
Containing practical advice, oil paintings, cartoons depicting primitive percussion-drilled wells, and - my favourite - a chapter on “Scoundrels, and Defense therefrom,” A Steampunk’s Guide to the Apocalypse blends survivalism and whimsy to delightful (and informative) effect.
Download the imposed version for printing and folding, or the web version (both PDFs).
April 30, 2008
Specific groups of not less than 15

A stunning video from the wonderful Pinky Show.
February 27, 2008
Aging on screen
Passage.
A short, sweet, and surprisingly moving piece of video game art. Will you stay where you are and explore, gathering identical treasure and accruing arbitrary points? Will you keep a steady path and try to get as far ahead as you can? Will you fall in love? What will you do with your brief time?
People in Order: Age.
Three minutes, one drum and a century’s worth of Brits.
Noah takes a picture of himself every day for 6 years.
There’s something unsettlingly poignant about watching a total stranger age six years in the space of about six minutes. I’ve returned to this video a few times over the past year, and I’m not entirely sure why I find it so fascinating. I think part of it is context - digital snaps and a YouTube window, us with ever more and more technology to record and preserve and - we like to think, in our weaker moments - extend our lives, but when you get down to it, it’s just us, passing through. Or maybe it’s the intermittent frames with someone in the background. People come in to our lives, attracting so much attention, and then disappearing, so quickly as unremarkable as the detritus in the background, and indistinguishable from the unpredictable next, who will soon become unremarkable themselves. Maybe it’s because I’m not a kid anymore, and haven’t been for a while, though I never noticed when that actually happened. Maybe if I catch that moment in him, it’ll give me a clue about mine.

A stunning video from the wonderful Pinky Show.
Passage.
A short, sweet, and surprisingly moving piece of video game art. Will you stay where you are and explore, gathering identical treasure and accruing arbitrary points? Will you keep a steady path and try to get as far ahead as you can? Will you fall in love? What will you do with your brief time?
People in Order: Age.
Three minutes, one drum and a century’s worth of Brits.
Noah takes a picture of himself every day for 6 years.
There’s something unsettlingly poignant about watching a total stranger age six years in the space of about six minutes. I’ve returned to this video a few times over the past year, and I’m not entirely sure why I find it so fascinating. I think part of it is context - digital snaps and a YouTube window, us with ever more and more technology to record and preserve and - we like to think, in our weaker moments - extend our lives, but when you get down to it, it’s just us, passing through. Or maybe it’s the intermittent frames with someone in the background. People come in to our lives, attracting so much attention, and then disappearing, so quickly as unremarkable as the detritus in the background, and indistinguishable from the unpredictable next, who will soon become unremarkable themselves. Maybe it’s because I’m not a kid anymore, and haven’t been for a while, though I never noticed when that actually happened. Maybe if I catch that moment in him, it’ll give me a clue about mine.