Monthly Archives: February 2004

Second Chances for Beginners

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After men­tion­ing Dogme95 the other day, I finally man­aged to catch one of the films. Ital­iensk for beg­y­n­dere (Ital­ian For Begin­ners) is the 12th Dogme film and the first by a female direc­tor (not cred­ited here, as per the Vow of Chastity). The play­ers con­gre­gate in a Copen­hagen sub­urb, includ­ing a sub­sti­tute pas­tor who’s lost

Cover Story

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A really good book cover has to work regard­less of what it’s about, on a vis­ceral and emo­tional level. ~ Chip Kidd
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I am mad about cov­ers. Cov­ers of books, CDs, comics, any­thing. Face it, the cover and pack­ag­ing is the first thing you see when you pur­chase some­thing these days and they do mat­ter. Trust me,

No Name #1 & #2

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No Name #1
Kiss thief dream beauty:
When you are here before. Look into your eyes.
Are you an angel? Your skin crawls over me like a but­ter­fly.
Beau­ti­ful world makes me wish
I was like you too.
This dream will take me away;
I can’t come back.
We laid by the bank together -
the dreams we had together
melt­ing into each other
the water

The Dancer

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When she was younger, before she had earned enough money for her col­lege tuition, she used to dance. She can’t remem­ber the names of the strip clubs now or the faces of the men. Not even the music; it was merely a cue, when to begin and when to stop. The only thing that mat­tered

Lost Days (Part II) : The Hours

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I am no longer an artist. I swear to refrain from cre­at­ing a “work”, as I regard the instant as more impor­tant than the whole.
~ from the Vow of Chastity, DOGME 95

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The rest of the week­end would have been a dis­ap­point­ment, if I had any expec­ta­tions of it. As it were, I just spent the days

Lost Days (Part I) : The Devil’s Hunger

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Amaz­ing how the days just fly by when you don’t pay atten­tion. What have I been doing? Let’s see: Last Wednes­day had me tak­ing Chris­tine around Malacca, sim­ply walk­ing along old nar­row streets bor­dered by Hokkien tem­ples, bohemian cafés and Chi­nese clan houses guarded by ori­en­tal stone lions. I told her these lions may have

Low Red Mood

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The past cou­ple of days have spent in a frenzy of worth­less ambi­tion. Chas­ing after dis­trac­tions that only lead me to feel­ing more dis­at­is­fied, more use­less. It’s dif­fi­cult not being able to, not hav­ing to work. This time of list­less drum­ming, the rest­less hours that do not turn, the me that seeks some­thing that is