Added: Santa Fe Film Festival. 10 Oct 2009.


I was beginning to worry for a moment that the only places that could appreciate the Kenyans were foreign countries. It’s really incredible having it screen in Santa Fe.

OK. So, checklist:

A. You get to film in Santa Fe, NM,
B. you get to use great industry personnel,
C. you get a 25% production cost rebate,
D. the rebate is addressed in a timely manner, and
E. your film gets selected for screening at the Santa Fe Film Festival.

There’s not much left to wish for I’m afraid.

Thanks again to everyone that helped make it happen.

I’m Jumping Jack Flash. 1 Oct 2009.

Leatherman I’m not really Jack Flash, but for some reason this snap reminded me of the photo of Mick Jagger’s cut hand in the seventies. And I do like the song. Warhol might have done a print of Jagger’s stitched hand…. We have been constantly adjusting car camera mounts over the last three days to get positioning and exposure correct. We will more than likely budget for some helicopter shots – so all of the car research will be “somewhat” transferrable. So all the while I’m digging around for a screwdriver or allen head wrench to relocate the mounts or the cameras that are attached. After having lost both screwdriver and allen head wrenches – it was recommended that a version of the “Leatherman-All-Purpose-Tool” might be an advantageous purchase. The model that seemed best equipped was “the Cruncher”. So it arrives today and after having cut it from it’s plastic display casing – I was ready to give it a whirl. So I open it up and… it was like having a pissed-off cat in a burlap bag that had been on a centrifuge for 2 hours while drinking Scotch on the rocks – the first thing it does is pinch me a good one and then it proceeds to slice at my fingers (see above). (The thumb was lost, that’s not trick photography). It also unscrewed my belt buckle, sawed a leg off of a small wooden table and cut, from my edit, about three minutes of run-time before I wrestled it shut and back in it’s case. This is definitely an outdoor tool.

You have been warned.

Queremos paz. We are here to join the Rebels. 30 Sept 2009.

I woke up a few mornings ago totally sickened by what art has become of late. As Basquiat tagged: “THE WHOLE LIVERY LINE BOW LIKE THIS WITH THE BIG MONEY ALL CRUSHED INTO THESE FEET.” Art has become a proper whore’s circus. When Beuy’s said: “Everyone is an artist.” I don’t think he meant it literally (sorry literalistas & rock stars); especially the shallow, fake stuff that you see foisted everywhere today. But I thought why even make art if it’s the bastion of whores, poseurs and phillistines?

If everyone could buy and wear a pair of eyeglasses and call themselves an artist, then… Oh?? They’ve done it? Shit. Anyway.

After brooding over it – I just decided who cares? Mingers, all. Fuck it. Carry on.

Atlanta. 25 Sept 2009.

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If you are one of the 14% of our population that doesn’t have the ability to interpret things in any manner other than literally – avoid the two bottom photos. They will just give you fits. Not good for ze literalistas!!! I’d ridden Vespas once before in Seville. Some French friends were in town and we went out with their friends from the Spanish ISP Telephonica Movie Star. Driving through Seville at night on Vespas was one of le premier ways to see the city and it’s churches at night. Beautiful. No other way to put it.

Remember. Frame. Focus. Capture.

Sleep tight…

Je m’appelle… Pinochet. 22 Sept 2009.

Pinochet2Pinochet1HW House1Dog? Dictator? You decide… This is one of my fishing buddies from the Big Wood river in Ketchum, ID. He appeared out of nowhere. He barked. He swam. He got an assist on a 13″ trout. He told bust-a-gut jokes. You know how boring casting can get, right? The bottom snap is the front door to Mssr Hemmingways’ house in Idaho- it is just around the corner from our house. It is here, in which Ernie decided to snuff it and cancel all subscriptions. To everything. Real or imagined.