I was raised in Romania in the 1980s, under a Communist regime that, among countless repressions, reduced television to two hours a day of dull propaganda, traditional music, patriotic poems and censored films. One day when I was 6, my parents found a way to borrow a VCR. They invited their friends, and all night they watched grainy VHS tapes of Hollywood B-movies. I remember the films, but more so I remember how I felt when I stepped into the living room — like walking into a secret, magical and free world.
All the dialogue on these movies was dubbed into Romanian in a husky, high-pitched woman’s voice. Throughout my childhood, these films provided a glimpse into the forbidden West, resplendent with blue jeans, Coke and skyscrapers. As Hollywood movies became ubiquitous through the black market, this voice became one of the most recognizable in Romania. Yet no one knew who she was.
I couldn’t resist not posting this timelapse.
A string of imagery set in a way to create possibilities, not necessarily a confined story. Beautifully shot with a special interest in spaces.
Two videos and two people that use art for similar reasons but with completely different approaches.
Pardon My Dust
Update: August 12th, 2013
The Beach Captain
This should play before the next Oscars. Some lovely transitions.
Mark Kologi has collected and sold literally millions of forgotten personal photos of complete strangers.
What a brilliant way to show off your product!