First of all, Jamey Stillings is a good dude. How do I know this? Because I know his children, and his children are two of the coolest people I know. Smart, kind, passionate and inquisitive. Just like the old man. …
Read: My Lost Rolls, Paradise, Kansas
Checking in with another installment of my “Lost Rolls.” I gave a talk at Canon Hollywood a few short days ago, and when I asked audience members how many of them had unprocessed rolls of film at least 75% of …
Print: Arty Gras by Andrew Kaufman
This might as well be Kaufman’s site. There are more posts about his work than mine, which is odd, but he keeps pumping out publications, so what am I supposed to do? You SHOULD recognize the name, but if you …
Read: New Mexico Journal
I feel better when I’m on dirt. I do. New York, Paris, Sydney, sure, great places, but I’m happiest when I have dust on me. Open space. There isn’t anything like it. It’s open, but it’s not empty or boring. …
Read: The Lost Rolls NYC Recap Film
For those of you who were there, this is the piece we commissioned as a recording of the New York launch of The Lost Rolls. As you can see, this wasn’t your average event. But first let me say that …
Read: Paris Journal
Normalcy. You see. Even me. Look at the post title. Returning to normal. The television features the story of the stadium bombers. The explosives used were not high powered but were loaded with nuts and bolts and washers which are …
Read: Paris The Day After
Up till 4AM. Sleep a few hours then up and back online monitoring what is going down. My flat mate has a date for coffee, but I’ve been asleep in more ways than one and my mobile battery and camera …
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A tale of two cities.(Or my life in that city.) There is Dan and there is “Blurb Dan.” I’ve written of this recently. So after the last ten days of high-intensity movement, promotion, projection and presentation, spanning multiple countries, the …
Read: The Lost Rolls Paris
As the sun rises on Armistice Day here in France I wake thinking of last night’s event. “The Lost Rolls” Paris exhibition, fittingly held in a unnamed space in Le Marais, was the first European opening for the collaboration between …
Read: Paris Journal
No this is not me. My colleague Kent who is an artist who happens to work at Blurb. Paris College of Art. FLUX Tired at 11AM. Reading at 3AM. One of the worst nights sleep I’ve ever had. Mid trip …
Read: Paris Journal
I smoked my lunch. I’ve given myself a codename for this trip: “Cacahuete,” which I think is French for “peanut.” So I came home late and decided to turn on the television in my rented apartment. Just out of morbid …
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“I can’t believe how beautiful this place is and I can’t believe how much it has changed,” a local friend said(In a good way). “Well, if I see another old church I’m going to throw up” I answered. “All this …