videos for fwendz

The Height of '63 - "Lost And Found"

Wavves - "Intro Goth"

Crocodiles - "Summer Of Hate"

introduccion to myself

Introduction from christin turner on Vimeo.

self portrait ala pixelvision

Vincent Gallo's company pulled this off of youtube. well its self-made not-for-profit, beetcheees. suk on dat.

smite me

smite from christin turner on Vimeo.

my first foray into fictional narrative. made during my class with Harry Dodge in 2006. Made prior to Juno, it comes across as the anti-juno.

Seriously serious.

I'm going to NYC next month

I hope it will be like this:



ooh la la (although different song choice, some Floating Corpses perhaps...)

Dossier and Me

I apologise for the sporadic nature of this blog, but I have switched over to Dossier Journal as my primary. Natalie Rodgers did as well, so you best be clickin' over there.

And pick up a hard copy at your local bookstore, because, well, it's amazing.

show reel 2008

I finished my show reel:

dinner with daddy

Nagi Noda & General Idea

In lieu of the passing of Nagi Noda last Sunday, September 7, I would like to make a few correlations between her and the collective General Idea.








bye bye nagi.

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Lautremont and Ledger

from Comte de Lautreamont's Maldoror :

" ...I wanted to laugh like the others but i found that strange imitation impossible. I took a knife with a sharp steel cutting-edge on its blade and I slit my flesh where the lips join. For a moment i believed I had achieved my object. I looked in a mirror at this mouth disfigured by an act of my own will. It was a mistake! The blood flowing from the two wounds prevented me from discerning whether the laugh really was the same as the others'. But after comparing them for a few moments I saw clearly that my laugh did not resemble that of human beings, i.e. I was not laughing at all. "

i want to dance and sing

Sara Gomez



Raya Martin



xo

candy stand, yeah!

It took me a month, but i finally finished the new Crocodiles video - "Neon Jesus"



its a xerox animation with live bits as well.

(de)mentor

Here is what happens when i mentor for girl scouts:



they came up with the idea themselves, i simply helped them execute it. i did not have them drink peyo(tea) beforehand.

i must admit, its much better than Mirrormask.

mirror helmet 3000

when confronted with:




buy this:

grotesqueries

(text subject to change, in progress)

trance dance

you're my possession, my true obsession.

mary ellen bute(full)

my heroine:

layer mask copy paste

mix with a bit of tony oursler



and i may have something to work wtih.

patience and prudence

petite mort

The Nederlands Dans Theater, Jiri Kylian (genious)





thank you Greg, for introducing me.

summary

essentially this is my screenwriting class (and any class, for that matter) with JP.

it makes sense this is "the best film he has ever seen."

bot or not?

screw filmmaking, this is what i need to do.

take the world by the balls

so

i am experiencing fervor right now.

i want to really make films...jp gorin is an inspiration.

just make it make it hard make it fast, its about transcending the moment.

too much thought, more arbitrary.

darling, do you love me?

only halfway.

jack goldstein and the cal arts mafia

thank you cameron for introducing me...




go to ubuweb and watch "Dove" and "the Chair" ("the Knife" is also good).

neu liebe

i already put up a film by him, but there are so much more

Lutz Mommartz:











ps. Joseph Beuys is a hottie.

pps. if you live in Berlin you have to go to his show.

Liberace's Opus

the script i wrote:

Liberace is playing the piano, a bach concerto, piloting his spaceship. His pet, a human-cat named Minerva, is lying on the dash.

Liberace finishes the concerto, yawns, stretches, pats Minerva on the head.
“goodnight, my sweet. I must retire to catch my beauty sleep.”


Exeunt Liberace. Lights dim, only a spotlight on Minerva, pretending to sleep.

Minerva wakes up, looks around, and begins to tinker with the piano, sabotaging it.

Dim Lights.

Liberace wakes up, begins to play his piano again to steer the ship. But something is wrong. It sounds out of tune, keys have been nailed down and rendered immobile, sounds awful. He is trying to play classical music on it.

Liberace: “OH NO! I HAVE LOST MY TALENT TO PLAY!!!” begins to sob uncontrollably.

Gleefully Minerva begins walking on the piano, as cats do. The way she walks, however, is guided by chance. The ship responds and moves on a “ghost route,” as if it had a mind of its own.

They land on the Avant-Garde planet. Weird avant-garde things are happening. Liberace looks bewildered and confused. Then, the avant-garde separates, and this kingly figure sits on a throne. It is John Cage. He welcomes Liberace.

“Welcome to the Avant-Garde planet!”

Liberace screams: “What is this?! How did I get here? My piano was broken!”

Cage: “your piano was working all the time, just in a new way.” (insert passages from the book Silence narrating over some camera cuts to the cat walking on the piano).

Liberace: “what?”

Cage: “Oh, I am sorry for using camera cuts to indicate my wishes. I forgot that you cannot see them.”

Liberace: “what?”

Cage explains:
"There are only seven stories in the world. Even if you set out to make a movie about nothing, you will still be about something. The only variance is a short sentence verses a continuing string of long sentences. Storytelling - film making - is like Lazarus - a dead medium everyone keeps resurrecting."

The movie ends here.

the final product:

dreamlikedeath

connect transfer

hologram animation

shit.