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Another amazing Maira Kalman piece on the NY Times, this time on food in America.
Beautifully worded, photographed, told.
My Thanksgiving in animated GIFs. Go to the site to see them in action.
Stop-Motion Lego Thing of the Day: Mind-infarcting shot-for-shot Lego-brick remake of the legendary Matrix rooftop bullet-dodge scene.
And by “shot-for-shot” I mean shot-for-effing-shot. More? See every last bit of the 440 hours that went into putting this masterpiece (see what I did there?) together here.
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One of my favorite short documentaries from last year.
The largest mall in the world turns out not to be the famous Mall of America in Bloomington, Minn. It’s the South China Mall outside of Guangzhou, China. Outdoing the techniques of American consumerism, South China Mall is Disneyland, Las Vegas and Mall of America rolled into one.
Go Sam Green. Fantastic stuff, and so glad it’s online.
Romance (via Jen Pro-V)
“Meow Mix” from Cyriak, creator of the epic Animation Mix
One of the most exciting and powerful “mob” live art experiments I’ve come across.
Incredible New Charlotte Gainsbourg/ Beck Video: “Heaven Can Wait”
Fantastic and disturbing. This is why slo-mo was invented.
Bottle Rocket (Short)
The original 13 minute version of Wes Anderson’s Bottle Rocket, which was shown at Sundance way back when. This is the one that introduced the world to The Brothers Wilson (or, Owen and Luke at least), the one that James L. Brooks famously saw, and quickly agreed to produce as a feature-length film:
“When I first saw the thirteen-minute video I was dazzled—the language and rhythms of the piece made it clear Wes and Owen were genuine voices. The possession of a real voice is always a marvel, an almost religious thing. When you have one, it not only means you see things from a slightly different perspective than the billions of other ants on the hill, but that you also necessarily possess such equally rare qualities as integrity and humility. It’s part of the package of being a real voice, ’cause when your voice is real, you can’t screw around. The voice must be served; all other exit doors, marked “expediency” or “solid career move,” are sealed over, and the only way out of your inner torment is genuine self-expression.”
So this is, quite literally, where it all began for Wes Anderson.
