Rear Window Timelapse” by Jeff Dessom

All footage taken from the original Rear Window (1954) directed by Alfred Hitchcock.

The order of events is pretty much as seen in the movie.

more info: jeffdesom.com/hitch/

Hungarian Dance No. 5
composed by Johannes Brahms
arranged for easy listening by Hugo Winterhalter

Epitaph

Epitaph is the 3rd collaboration between filmmaker Rowan Pybus, visual artist Faith47 and musician Inge Beckmann.

Set in the Transkei.

2009

I sometimes think, how is anyone ever going to come up with a book, or a painting, or a symphony, or a sculpture that can compete with a great city? You can’t. Because you look around and every street, every boulevard, is its own special art form…

Gil Pender (Owen Wilson), Midnight in Paris, Woody Allen

A director can be the esteemed auteur of a film he didn’t write, score, edit or shoot. What makes a Hitchcock film a Hitchcock film is not the story but a consistency of style, which winds intact through different technologies, plots, actors, and time periods like a substance of its own. Every film is about filmmaking. His great genius is that he is able to mold the form into his style in a genuinely unique and entertaining way. The meaning of his work is not in the story but in the storytelling.

Michael Rock, “Fuck Content,” 2 x 4, (2009)

"Ser y Durar" by Democracia

from Democracia:

Ser y Durar presents a practice critical of urban culture in a context in which the memory of those who have contributed to the history of individual emancipation emerges, but where also many of the egalitarian and revolutionary aspirations of Spanish history, towards which the modern society has become increasingly indifferent and unaware, lay buried.

The dreams of progress reflected in the tombstones opposed to a practice of popular culture that has nothing to do with the times of the revolution that remained to be made. The epitaphs create a narrative that will be defined by the traceurs movements. On the one hand, the motto that identifies the traceurs is “To be and to last”; on the other, an epitaph at Madrid Civil Cemetery reads “There is nothing after death”.