Nolan loves to mind-fuck his multi-million person audience in crisp cinematic style, constantly introducing far-reaching ideas into the subconscious of the general public (in true Inception style). These uncommonly trippy notions might be mind-blowingly novel to the minds of the masses, but experientially familiar to practicing psychedelicos. Notions such as not knowing whether you're dreaming or not (i.e My 2008 Columbus Day Trip), warping up amnesic time, deconstructing capitalist culture (The Dark Knight Rises), or introducing concepts of interstellar space travel by entering wormholes are all experiences one can literally undergo after drinking a stiff jungle drink of Shipibo-brewed Ayahuasca. Below is a chilling quote and teaser trailer from his upcoming film, "Interstellar," which is kind of like a ZOOMDOUT endorsement if you ask me. You know, being that we've been focused on making the unknown known for some time now. ZOOMDOUT = ZOOMING OUT OUR MINDS DISCOVERING OUR UNCHARTED TERRITORY.
Christopher Nolan is a bad motherfucker. Just... Period. He's a strict traditionalist that continuously sticks his middle finger up at digital and shoots in film, instead. Nolan has got a jaw-dropping amount of writer, producer and directorial accomplishments (The Dark Knight trilogy, Inception, Memento, The Prestige) and he's barely 44 years old. It seems as if he hasn't even climbed up half way to his peek, yet, considering he's currently in the post-production phase of another one of his written and directed babies, "Interstellar," and somehow making time to executive produce the upcoming 2016 mega-blockbuster hit, "Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice." Nolan loves to mind-fuck his multi-million person audience in crisp cinematic style, constantly introducing far-reaching ideas into the subconscious of the general public (in true Inception style). These uncommonly trippy notions might be mind-blowingly novel to the minds of the masses, but experientially familiar to practicing psychedelicos. Notions such as not knowing whether you're dreaming or not (i.e My 2008 Columbus Day Trip), warping up amnesic time, deconstructing capitalist culture (The Dark Knight Rises), or introducing concepts of interstellar space travel by entering wormholes are all experiences one can literally undergo after drinking a stiff jungle drink of Shipibo-brewed Ayahuasca. Below is a chilling quote and teaser trailer from his upcoming film, "Interstellar," which is kind of like a ZOOMDOUT endorsement if you ask me. You know, being that we've been focused on making the unknown known for some time now. ZOOMDOUT = ZOOMING OUT OUR MINDS DISCOVERING OUR UNCHARTED TERRITORY.
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An all-white, swiveling platform set dressed with an orchestra and two curving staircases literally set the stage for the most stylishly futuristic runway show the fashion world has ever seen. A very specific quality of "I don't give a fuckness" mixed together with luxurious comfort and sneakers really brought about a blast of some of the coolest and extravagantly laid-back runway shows in recent history. Last year's Spring/ Summer 2014 CHANEL show in Paris' Grand Palais was expertly executed with a liquid-like focus into harmony; important aesthetic elements balanced with a mathematical elegance, celestial airiness, flowing casualness, avant-garde music, and sparkling festival eyes (peppered with some feathery "short hair don't care" type of shit) really made this Haute Couture runway show a visionary work of art. Some of the models are sporting knee pads and elbow pads along with "fuck off" fanny packs. They really couldn't give less of a shit, which is what I found most interesting. Instead of robotically marching down an uneventful "Untz Untz" type of runway in foot-deforming stilettos and soul-vacuumed eyes, these shiny-eyed girls are gracefully lollygagging, skipping, and strolling around with their hands in their pockets like careless Lolita nymphets in athletic sneakers. The cosmetic mastermind, Peter Phillips, splashed on some enigmatic eye glitter underlining the models' big liquid eyes. It recently hit me how similar this spring and summer look is to the glittering, feathered Mardi Gras masks while I was roaming around the French Quarters in New Orleans a couple of weeks ago. The dramatic eye makeup glitter combined with the feathery, over-the-top hair-affair manufactures the illusion of a mask-less festival eye mask. This is just another example of how festival culture is trickling up into Haute Couture. Or is it the other way around? Regardless, I personally wouldn't mind seeing this psychedelic makeup trend take off into monochromatic civilian life. If anything, it does remind you of the quick liquid sparkle in people's eyes while you're neck-deep in a phenethylamine. |
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