Thursday, 25 August 2011

Why do we hate them if we actually love them? My fellowamerican anti-islamophobia campaign

Today just a quick link to the nice US campaign that aims at fighting islamophobia in the US. It's brilliantly interactive and brilliantly straightforward. Based on a simple insight about 'othering' the spot unravels how those terrible, hated, evil Muslims that we hate so much happen to be our neighbours, our doctors and our friends that we love.

The western narrative about Islam keeps reinforcing its image as a force of evil, radicalism and hatred.

This is wrong.

And this campaign proves it.






PS On the footnote , I would love to see this campaign running in Poland with a twist though .... MyfellowPolishJew?


Monday, 8 August 2011

Welcome to your broken society, Mr. Cameron

The wave of unrest on the London streets might be nothing else than just uncorked vandalism and furious anger. Still, it does tell something about a society, even if, at the margins - as you would say, prime minister. Damaging own backyard and looting own high-street is a sign of a complete alienation - from state, from community, from space these people inhibit. There might not be a great cause engaged, but there is a great lesson to take about people fears and anxieties.

Welcome, Mr Cameron to your broken society. You wanted to see Britain as broken. So it is indeed becoming broken. Aggression bursts out not when people are poor and lazy. It bursts out when people are hopeless, when they no longer feel part, when they no longer belong, when they no longer see that there is a future.

You divided Britain, you disconnected people them from the government, you made them torn apart from state. Not by introducing the cuts, increasing taxes and university fees. But by refusing to bother you to explain, refusing to bother engage people, refusing to recognize large parts of society as needed and wanted. You said that 'we are all in this together'.. and than you you left many British people for themselves.

No, I am not saying that the wave of violence is your fault, prime minster. What I am saying is that you cannot just sum up what is going on in London as 'criminality' and leave it to the police. If you want to go on with business as usual, you need to open up your business not to Murdoch family but those who looted the shops and to the frightened Londoners.




Wednesday, 27 July 2011

Don’t give Breivik publicity he desires so badly! He must be laughing his ass in his air- conditioned cell.

There is something horrific about way in which media (both Polish and British) report the Oslo bombing and the terrible shooting in Utaya Island. I wish they could catalyze the collective sense of European grief and give their all attention to the victims and not to the oppressor!

I am really fed up with the reports about the bloody killer’s childhood. I am also not interested in what his father thinks about his son’s behavior. Who should care when they guy killed dozens of innocent people? But first of all I am really fed up with the ongoing attempts to seek explanations of his horrible attack.

They guy is a mass murderer. He committed one of the most terrible atrocities that Europe seen in years. Honestly. There is really no need to agonize over 15000 pages of his insane ideology to know that his act is appalling! In giving the space to his fascist & xenophobic we are actually are doing what the guy dreamed about – giving him a platform from which everyone can hear his hatred talk.

I am also appalled by the way in which his anti- Islamic and racist views are commented as a sign of ‘neutral’ explanation of his mass murder without a sign of devastating critique they deserve! As if he was touching into a taboo problem that nobody dares to discuss, but everybody tends to agree in secret.
Portraying him as the fucking anti – Islam crusader without open criticism actually justifies his cause!
Makes his cause relevant in the social and European context. Which is bloody not true.

Because his voice is NOT of Europeans worried that there are too many immigrants. His act is NOT a sign that multicultural society supposedly does not work. It is NOT about anti – ISLAM feelings across Europe and NOT about state of European democracy.

His act IS a terribly crime against humanity. And this man lost the right to be treated a human being. And this is what I would love to read in media.

Instead, I will be reading in the Observer book review in 2015 that his diaries written from his cell are bestseller in number of European markets.

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Ho Chi Minh never dies

Proud to be VietnameseIn case you still do not remeber this 'nice' manPower show - offHo Chi Minh Mausolem - Hanoiin front of Ho mausoleum - HanoiScenki z życia codziennego| happy nation in every day life
Uncle Ho in actionHo in HanoiJourney in time ... back in 70 ties, HanoiA guard at Museum of Vietnamese Revolution. Picture from 2011 or was it back to 1970?'How we defeated Americans museum'How we defeated French
P1020976Pretty streetRoyal Palace? Nope, Parti Communista - SaigonPeace lovers! Bien sur! God, please save me from all of them:-)

Ho Chi Minh never dies, a set on Flickr.
Ho Chi Ming and official communist ideology (excuse the free market) remain very much alive ... at least in urban landscape, not sure about the hearts of Vietnamese.

Thursday, 7 July 2011

If Vietnamese comerades could dump Ho in economy and keep him in vivid memory they might as well hire a spin doctor to pimp up their propaganda


No wonder why Ho Chi Minh is treated as national hero in Vietnam and supposingly called Uncle Ho by Vietnamese. After all he was a man that brought back dignity and pride to the country troubled for long by foreign powers; starting from French and finishing with Americans. Perhaps great mausoleum in Hanoi is a bit over the top and his museum in every city a slight extravagance, but ok, we've been there, I can understand. What I quite cannot get is why the communist propaganda in vietnam is so out of date! Hello comerades, you opened-up your economy, time to employ a proper spin doctor!

Travelling through Vietnam feels a bit like going back to the old postcards from my childhood's communist past. They would all which depict the idillic images of the fast developing country; new accoplishments of socialist architecture, happy families enjoying their first washing machine and overenthusiastic workers building a better future. All in faded colours- yellows, pistachio greens and faint pinks like the colour of this artificial juice available only in plastic transparent bags- sticky, sweet and silly. So if you miss the communist propaganda or want to experience it- come to Vietnam and enjoy before capitalism paints everything in 3D. The thing is that, while Vietnam in every aspect emerges as incredibly modern country - the communist party's old-school propaganda looks incerdibly odd and bizzare and so much out of fashion! On every street in every corner we see all the greatest hits of the communist standard; plackards of Ho,posters of happy mothers with children in arms looking into bright horizon, workers woving new factories and stickers celebrating anniversary of cummunist party. Every major street is decorated like for the rally with slogans glorifying progress, Vietnam and socialism ... all this in the landscape of the short-cut taking and rapidly growing capitalism. With running little vietnamese girls and boys looking like viet cong comerades.

And as much as it looks really impressive, one have to ask: Is this for real, like real real in which they think that their people think what they want them to think? Gosh, it is a rather sad reminder of how communist parties always treat own people like dumb idiots! People are not this blody stupid! ( even though we saw earlier today in Dalat city a "demonstration' of support to the regime, surely "spontanious" cause obviously people tend to rally at 6.30AM out of free will just to show how much they love Mr. President). So what is going on? Perhaps the communist guys in power are completely detached from reality and just hope that their people will believe this shit about bright communist future. But how can it be, if they opened up a free market economy not on their backyard, but at their front door- so, they must have some links to reality. Therefore, i modestly suggest that if they are cynical enough to reject Ho in economy while keep him in vivid memory, they might be cynical enough to hire a proper spin doctor that would pimp-up their outdated propaganda to "yes we can" standard.

Sunday, 3 July 2011

Hanoi: Welcome to Warsaw of the Far East


Lonely Planet writes about Hanoi in terms of being 'the great dame of Far East', that confirms the idea of "Orient" as seducive, mysterious and tempting (loving the 'oriental' Lonely Planet language). Can't really find 'oriental charm' (whatever it means. Instead, what I see, is incredibly fast, mid range Asian city with welcoming people (eager to earn money, also on us ) that you can visit, but you can as well skip all together.

I cannot resist comparisons to Warsaw. It has never been a metropoly. It has some intersting mixture of colonial and chineese - influenced architecture, covered with communist monumentalism, but it's far away from Hong Kong or Macau in its 'colonial' style and far far away from Moscow in its 'communist' chic. Just like Warsaw - mid range European city, that has some nice places, but lacks amazing uniqueness that would make it a place that is hard to leave and tempting to return.

But there is something about Vietnam, including Hanoi, that is incredibly touching and moving. Its history. History that becomes meanigful once you are here. The history of Vietnamese nation is an over -2000 thousand years old story of fight against oppression and bad fortunes - against Chineese, French, Americans. And famine and plagues. Only in in last 60 years Vietnam lost twice its tenth of the population - first time, after WWII when over 10% of people died out of famine. Later, during American war wgen alomost 10 millions died or were injured... It is really impressive in how, few decades after the world most horrible atriocities, this country rise in pride and develops fast.

With no glorification of martyrs. With glorigication of one person. Ho - as the men who brought independence and a men who brings pride until today.

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Drunk, hopeless and compelling: A short guide to a collective suicide in a good style. Polish docs @ Open City Festival in London.


Watching Polish films with foreign public always makes me feel uneasy. I hate this weird fear of finding myself in the position of having to act as a translator of what might have been lost in (often beyond verbal) translation . I hate this terrible moment when somebody nods with politeness and I know that he/ she has no clue whatsoever of what I (or the film) are talking about.

Needless to say, the potential embarrassment is even bigger, when it’s about films that I have not seen. And that is the case with the Polish shorts we are bound to see. With bunch of friends, artsy London crowd and skeptical and slightly hangovered Tadek (this detail will prove important later on).

Just on a footnote, a night before five of my six friends leave the cinema during the Czech screening of the film called Cinema-therapy. Gunes, who almost made it till the end, told me later that she had stayed so long as did not want to leave me alone.

My slavic soul already cries.

Anyway, here we are, I take a deep breath ...

The first film, is called, The Forth Man and tells a story of a guy who works in a deep forest in Bieszczady (end of the world sort of place), works not really to make a living of his work, but to make a drinking.... (denaturat it was). Soon we realize that alcohol is important in forgetting and reliving what our character cannot deal with ... the story of the fourth man, his son .... (can’t say what happens cause this is a proper film review!) To this beautifully depressing setting arrives a black guy, a medicine student as we learn, who needs money to continue studies and .... obviously Bieszczady is the first to go ...

Tadek whispers to me, that if the next one will be about alcohol he will cut his vains...

The next one, Out of Reach tells a story of sisters from Ruda Slaska, abandoned by their mother at childhood and disenchanted by their ignorant father. In the desperate strive for warm and family they decide to find their mother hoping or wanting to hope that this time she will act like a proper mother ...

At which point I am searching in my bag for antidepressants ...

Third film, The Doghill, tells a story of shepherds in Tatry mountains, who, surrounded by nature in its full sexual exposure with constantly copulating sheeps, dogs and horny cows, talk about their women who remain down in the valley ... yet, there are some existential forces that prevent them from getting down to see their wives and overcome own loneliness .

At this point I promise to my friends (who are - surprisingly- still around) that the last film owill surely be joyful and fun. I completely do not believe in what I am saying.

Fourth film, Honeymoon starts at a marriage ceremony (this is a good sign, gloria, I think). The place looks doggy and the braid’s dress cheap, but there are some signs of happiness. The joy does not last long as we soon realize that we are in the prison and soon after the ceremony the happy couple splits, the wife, back to her cell, the husband back to the Polish ‘normal life’ which appears to be driving him inevitably to pathology with sea of hopelessness, bureaucracy and vodka around

All of the films are actually very good ones. It is just that they are terribly sad. Interesting also, how from London perspective they all look actually quite similar. There is this overriding sense of melancholy in them. Life is an existential struggle and hope does not come easy. And there are characters that live the life as it is, that face the conflicts, do bad things (mostly alcohol related) and struggle. And somehow the seem to be grand in their own humiliation. And the dark sense of humor that exposes the everlasting pessimism, where vodka is the only cure.

These are not the films to enjoy. They tell local and at times provincial stores. In a sense I cannot find many more examples that would be a harsher opposition to British popular culture with the ‘life can only get better’ taste. Even their poetics and style is damn difficult and demanding for the non Slavic public. Yet, they are surprisingly universal and compelling

We leave the cinema and 60 minutes after we still talk about images what we had seen. Gosh, Poles are painful! Sometimes one needs painful.

Saturday, 16 April 2011

What we did in Prague ... my first little film about exploring


It's been a while since we've been to Prague with girls. I thought I would share this little film - it is not really finished, but I am being told by Vikram Jayanti, great documentary filmmaker and our course tutor that you never really finish your films, you abandon them ... so this is what happened here.

This little piece requires back story - as the story unfolds in the film so did our few days in Prague unfold, without really a proper plan, without any set agenda, but with open eyes and curious minds. We met so many amazing women in Prague - Jennifer, Marketa, Teresa, Dana, Lisbeth and Eva, just to name few of them - Czech and expats, we hosted a swap party in our flat, took an active part in conference about women in business and glass ceilings in Eastern Europe, went out for some nice lunches and boozy dinners with out new friends. This film is just a little memory of these happy and fascinating days with them and a short introduction to what 'exploring' is .. enjoy.

The music comes from my favourite film ever, Czech film of course - Samotari (The Loners,Samotni), photo shows sculpture of Czech artist David Czerny

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Storytelling 3.0. Final cut pro is my new powerpoint! Yihaaa


Editing has opened up the whole sea of possibilities I have not thought about before. It’s like going to a hidden place in which you had never been and have no preconceptions about.
Obviously, knowing me, I always find something to worry about. I can already see the risk of over - editing footage to the point where it’s only about form, not about the content any longer. And surely, there’s a temptation … with all the glamorous things that final cut pro can do for you. Surely editing will not replace a good story, but it can still make things a bit more visually bearable and interesting. And there’s this really weird moment where you look at your digitized footage and you know it can travel in thousands directions, you can tell the story of the same footage in unlimited number of ways. It would be interesting to see what different people with different experiences, backgrounds, and interests would do with exactly same footage. But I guess if you know what you what to say in you film, you know exactly what goes with what and how many editing spices you need to add …

On the other note, I am getting ready to shoot the THE FINAL thing. I’ve seen couple of visual references that you recommended, including Chantal Ackerman and Alan Berliner …. In different ways, totally impressed by both of them and touched by it to the point where I am starting to realize the impossibility of the challenge that faces me. OMG, 15 minutes is a really long time to say nothing. I’ve started to shoot couple of little things - like preparing morning coffee, unlocking my bike or opening window to embrace spring. I wanted to work out the style, tone and most importantly, the frame and the angle. And I am trapped a bit in thinking that somehow I need to try to get beyond what looks like just very generic scenes. I should give to each and every on them a special character, so they feel in a specific way, so they are there for a reason… so what I am trying to figure out if maybe I should decide that I do only particular type of shoots - like close ups, extreme close ups and than a wide plan with me walking out of frame…

For a moment, I guess I am thinking that the way to establish my presence is through my hands … hands that do things, hands that show hesitation, hands that take part in life …

Also I already hear the music (which is key since as you know NOTHING is going on in the bloody thing)

And I found a way to communicate my thoughts - though email, blogs, facebook, diary, mobile conversations. And I think that if not overused it can serve the purpose of pushing the narrative somewhere and giving some cues to the viewers about how to look at the film.

It has all quite a funny effect on me as I feel I am ‘narrating’ my life, not only my film…. Very weird feeling.

Photo by Alana Rae

Saturday, 5 March 2011

What I am doing if I am not doing what I should be doing. A short guide to the art of wasting time

I am back at school with all the pains and glories of going to school. It means that most of my life I spend in the library, in books, reading and writing and … doing all those other things that keep me wonderfully distracted, completely unfocused and successfully ineffective for the bloody 6 weeks.

Surely there must be really nice ways of spending time nicely, when you are supposed to work and you just do not feel like, like …

… staying all day in bed
… watching all Antonioni collection
… having long sex (with my husband, to be clear!:-)
… reading Three Musketeers all over again
... writing proper letters to old friends

But no. I am not having ANY of those. No of course not. Doh! I am working! My catholic guilt would not allow me to do anything pleasurable, when I have to work. Oh no no no, every distraction is strictly forbidden!

So I write. All day. All night. Almost.

A short guide to the art of wasting time:

1. Start your day with the obligatory walk through facebook, twitter, gmail and pudelek.pl Leave some comments, press some ‘likes’. You see? What a nice productive start of a day. Takes only 20 minutes (Don’t you dare to actually visit proper newspaper websites. You don’t have time for distractions! Already forgot??? )

2. If after first 30 minutes you feel like falling asleep. No! Go for a coffee. Now, that’s called a productive break.

3. Visiting a bathroom is a humanitarian affair. No guilt here. Even if you find yourself breaking a record in ‘brick breaker’ on your mobile every time you visit loo. I’m a new master in brick breaker after having lost my blackberry with the glorious game called ‘word mole’.

4. Time for lunch, right? It’s been a hard day so far. And it’s so cold and gloomy outside. Everyone needs some nice kick at some point! You still worry that it’s only 11.45 am and you only arrived at 11? No worries. Its food for though. Feeds your brain, can only be good!

5. Back from lunch. You deserve a little update. Facebook. Gmail. Twitter. Skype. Found yourself 50 minutes later watching friend of a friend of a friend photos from his brother’s daughter birthday? Well, let's not be obsessive… who counts little distractions?

6. Sleepy again? High time for a nap. Naps in the library are really healthy. They never take more than 45 minutes.

7. Time to call Michal. He’s also studying hard. So no, actually, no worries, it’s not a distraction. Again pretty humanitarian. It’s always useful to discuss what you haven’t done.

8. Cigarette? Ha, you see, I don’t smoke in the library. Earned an extra time for facebook update, right? Or maybe coffee?

9. Ah now you have an idea! There was this really clever guy the other day? Hmmm? Let’s google him …

10. Hmm, library closes in 20 minutes. You’ve been working bloody whole day and you even haven’t start writing! And you didn’t even call your mum! Call your mum. She’ll take pity on you for the whole day of hard work.


See? Now you see I was far too busy to write blog! ☺ Sweet dreams and lovely weekend!

Saturday, 5 February 2011

Glorious People’s Revolutions and how the West got it wrong.


I am not sure if comparisons to revolutions of 1989 in Eastern Europe do a full justice to what is going on in the Middle East. What started in Tunisia and is happening now in Egypt is truly a People’s revolution. Without prominent leaders. And without organized opposition movement. Power to the people! And please, honor to the People.

Let’s remember that, contrary to current events in the Middle East, the 1989 in Eastern Europe was possible as a result of almost 40 years struggle of organized opposition actions with the most powerful Polish Solidarity lead by Lech Walesa. People followed the great leaders and the great movements. In the Middle East, the organized opposition, neither in Tunisia nor in Egypt nor elsewhere in the region, has ever gained this kind of momentum and leadership. It’s the people, who started it. And it is the opposition that is trying to follow the people.

So now, first in Tunisia, now in Egypt, ‘the impossible’ is happening on our eyes - despite the weak opposition movements and despite the pessimistic anticipations of both Western and Middle Eastern intellectual elites. Even after events in Tunisia, many Egyptian scholars were convinced that the revolution would not spread into Egypt.

Well, surprise. A good and glorious surprise.

So what has happened? For decades, it looked like the entourage and propaganda of the Middle Eastern regimes had overpowered its own societies. It becomes clear that people of the Middle East might have been ignored and overshadowed, but not silenced. And certainly not left powerless. In fact they are far ahead of its leaders and institutions of power in terms of the political awareness, ways of participation and vision. People of Tunisia and Egypt, empowered by the means of modern communications, are stronger and more resilient than anyone could have anticipated. And they already managed to overcome the only real enemy of the people in authoritarian regimes – their own fear. They are equipped with the most powerful tools of globalized world – access to information and the real ability to influence the world’s events from the very bottom, from the streets of downtown Cairo and Alexandria up to the heights of the Mubarak's palace. It all means we are facing the absolute collapse of the established hierarchies of power and witnessing the amazing rise of people’s empowerment. And this is a great achievement on its own, something worth celebrating also in the West. In the ongoing debate about future for Egypt, be it democratic or not – we tend to forget that individual empowerment is perhaps the greatest injection of democratic spirit that anyone could imagine. The entire discussion whether Egypt will have a Western – stylized democracy or not, is really a secondary discussion here.

Western wronged obsessions

Meanwhile, the Western opinions (including my native Polish) are obsessed with two issues. First one is related to the anti - Islamist fears that are currently en vogue and dominate the public imagination. While the Egyptians became fearless, the fear in the West is rising. Let’s remember that Egipt, IS, surprise surprise, a predominantly Muslim country. And indeed, the we face a signes of islamisation of the Middle Eastern societies. Back in the 30ties, women in Egypt did not wear a hijab. Today it’s at the peak of its popularity. But as history shows, Islam is not evil per se. Yes, it can be used and abused (like in Iran), like any ideology - religious or not, but it does not necessarily imply the threat the ‘the West’.

Fuelled by this fear of Islam, large part of the coverage of ‘Egyptian crisis’ as Western media call it, concerns the potential threat of Muslim Brotherhood ‘hijacking’ the Egyptian revolution. Muslim Brotherhood is one of the oldest opposition movements in Egypt. In recent years it has been more focused on the much-needed grass- root organic work within the Egyptian neighborhoods rather than terrorist activities. Ironically, while the US has been busy equipping the Mubarak’s forces with the latest military technology, Muslim Brotherhood has been involved in providing the social services to the poorest population. Yet, it is not the Muslim Brotherhood that inspired the uprising. After initial refusal to support the protest, Brothers joined as ‘private individuals’. And they lost the momentum. The recent estimates (indeed - difficult to predict its credibility) suggest that Brothers can count of maximum 20% support of the Egyptians. This is a civic revolution.

Meanwhile, one of the most telling pictures of Egyptian revolution is the one of Copts (Egyptian Christians) protecting the Muslim prayers on the Tahrir Square in the shape of the cordon that separates them from the Mubarak police so they can prey in peace. I really cannot find the more telling example of minority protecting the rights of majority.

The second issue that dominates the coverage of Egyptian uprising concerns the issue Israel’s security. As if Israel’s well- being was to be the single most important outcome of the revolution at the Nile River. As much as one can understand Israeli legitimate concerns about the implications of Egyptian turmoil, these concerns should not hijack other people's strive for more freedom and prosperity and less oppression. Israeli fears expose how much societies of Middle East, Arabs and Jews, desperately need a new ways of co – existence that would be not based on alliances with corrupted regimes at the expense of people. Meanwhile, can we please worry about the security of the brave protesters on the Tahrir Square at least as much as the security of Israelis? Life of an Arab is surely worth as much as life of a Jew. And they are both priceless.

Meaningful outcomes

No matter what will be the immediate results of Egyptian uprising, and unfortunately Mubarak’s seems to be holding strongly, the impact of People’s revolution couldn’t be greater in the larger perspective at least in two dimensions. First of all, people of the Middle East have just told their own governments – that they would no longer accept treating them like puppets. They have just proven that even most ruthless regimes are, at the end of the day, accountable in front of its own people. And that the people can be oppressed for decades, but they can be never defeated. It’s the great lesson for Middle Eastern political elites. And the fact that this lesson is coming not from Washington or London, but from their own people, serves as a second meaningful development. This revolution is not about West. It is neither pro- Western or anti - Western. It has its own voice and speaks for itself. And painfully exposes how much the West had screwed up in the Middle East, how much it supported the wrong sides and how much it ignored the people of the region.

Monday, 31 January 2011

Off to Prague to shoot my first ever documentary!


Yeeeey, this morning I am off to Prague! Not as a planner. Not as a moderator. Not as a powerpoint producer. As a filmmaker and storyteller. I am going to shoot there my first ever documentary! And going there with bunch of best girls you can travel with. So stay tuned for more ...

On the other note after weekend spend together I think we slowly become friends. I actually start to enjoy seeing the world through the lens and the ability to ‘shape’ the world I see. As opposed to feel constrained, for the first time since beginning of the journey I am starting to feel slightly empowered with the camera. Not liberated. Empowered.

Still, my little sequence about skateboarders ended up being softly killed by Ed’s feedback. What seemed to me as super dynamic shots when I was filming them, ended up looking indeed rather still and slow and stupid. I guess it means for me that I need to work much more on HOW rather than WHAT. Otherwise, it looks rather desperate. Even the most interesting idea is screwed up if it is filmed in a bad way. Still I am quite happy that I dared to get closer, talked to the 'strangers' and really enjoyed doing it. So my personal task for this week is: think, think, think before I follow my heart.

Friday, 21 January 2011

High Hills Filmmaking. Can this be a perfect match?


Documentary Filmmaking Course. Diary Week 2

My first steps in filmmaking are actually much more intimidating that I have ever imagined. When I actually eventually found something interesting to shoot, by the time I unpacked the huge backpack (over 20 kilos), checked all settings, grasped the right angle ... my object of filming has long been gone .... The same trick of ‘disappearing objects’ repeated three times until I decided to give up the exercise of filming the ‘story’ and went for something that is there to stay for a bit longer ... like building, street or sky ...

It may does sound like a ‘hello I am blond’ type of story, but, trust me, there is some merit to it. First of all, the entire equipment is totally heavy. So there is no way you can wander around for the whole day, looking for interesting things. Especially, if you happen to wear high hills, assuming wrongly there is LIFE beyond your camera and filmmaking. The process of unpacking the entire ‘thing’ as well as make ‘it’ work is totally time consuming. Even if you want to keep most of the options on auto settings, you d’ better get patience - licence before.
And the most important – the process of filming itself. Its’s totally NOT how our dads used to hold camera on the beach, close to the eye, trying to shoot happy family moments and ladies in bikinis few meters away. You actually hold it in front of your belly or chest to make it more stable. In my case it meant, I was physically exhausted after 20 seconds of filming and my hands started trembling like the overstretched mussels in the gym. So probably I would be great for ‘shaker’ effect. Even once we a script like this.

Observation 1. Camera looks and weights like a gun. Hello brands, can we please ‘demasculinize’ professional filmmaking equipment ?


But there is more unfamiliarity involved than just technical issues. The process of shooting completely changes the way I see and interact with the world outside. I am referring to it as ‘IT’, because it’s like a ‘third person’ constantly present and imposing its presence on me and the people I am talking to. When I am taking photographs while talking to people camera is like my support, little visual notebook, yes, maybe a little interruption, but always a PART of interaction. It doesn’t change the way I see the situation. It helps me to express how I feel about the situation. With camera, its different, I feel it as something totally external to the situation. External, yet fundamentally changing it. And suddenly, I start telling story not from my point of view, but from a point of view of the ‘it’, that doesn’t feel ‘me’. And it’s still IT, cold, black and heavy and alien. Maybe I need to internalize it. Or maybe I need a partner.

Observation 2. Camera is a ‘third’ person in the situation. I need to internalize IT to make other people feel that my ‘artificial eye’ is mine.

Tuesday, 18 January 2011

To be or not to be … a filmmaker?



Documentary Film Course Week 1

After couple of years spent at Saatchi’s working as strategist I recently decided to go back to university to pursue a PhD. As much as I liked my previous life and my work in advertising was fun and exciting I was constantly longing for something that would be at least a bit more meaningful and justified my presence in the world. So I returned to books and thinking and Writing, a slightly different from of writing than brief writing. Yet, the real reason why I returned was to be able to understand and tell story of people whose life and fate matter to me – the story of Palestinians living outside Palestine. Hence, I realized that as much as I want to do academic research, the film was perhaps much more comprehensive way of telling people’s stories. And more promising in terms of reaching to ‘normal people’ in ‘real world’ - outside academia and outside advertising. So here I am, taking the anthropological filmmaking course.

And I am scared. I am scared that as much as I want to do this, hiding behind piece of paper feels now so much more comfortable than actually doing it. Somehow I do not feel ready. And I feel naked having being given camera that does filming ‘for real’ (in opposition to how I used camera in all travelling and exploring research). I am scared that ‘my film’ will be the tough proof that the way I see world is too vague or just terribly banal.

Thursday, 2 December 2010

Waiting anxiously for 2011 people escape to the world of fantasy and imagination



It seems to me that after the raise and fall of the 'optimistic consumerism' - a grand narrative of the early 21-century, people in the UK seem to be 'silenced'. They are put on hold, in between something to which there is no return and something new, a new narrative that hasn’t yet emerged.
Since future is still an anxious question mark they escape to the world of privacy and to fantasy. In this time of ‘little stability’ it's not too bad yet. But doesn’t feel like its going to be any better any time soon. So … why not get the most out of it and… play play play.

A revival of 'vintage'

Welcome to the world of fantasy than! 70-ties are back and back in glory. It seems that grass - root vintage trend entered the high street stores and designer catwalks. East London certainly is a vintage Mecca, but thrift boutiques, vintage markets, retro outlets and retro hair dressers have populated the streets of entire London and far beyond. Not forgetting the big come back of mustache? Or am I a bit too east- london biased?

High street is so uncool!

'Back to seventies' is certainly much more than just a fashion trend. In the anxious, uncertain world, people embrace the color, the kitsch chic, the bigger - then- life forms and compositions. It is a big nod to people's bottom up creativity and courage. Anything goes as long as it resembles what we imagine as 'vintage' . Certainly no one really distinguish between what's 50ties, what's 70ties - Mad Men will tell you. What matters is that next to somebody dressed 'vintage', high street posh brands look lazy and stupid. Who would want a high street outfit when you can have a 'Mad Men' for 35! And trust me, is not about price. High street is just so uncool! Big brands feel so passé. Yuk!

Dress - up and dance like there's no tomorrow

Never seen and attended so many 'dress- up' parties in my life! Swinging 50ties, Cindirella vintage, Welcome to the forest - its just a few of them I attended. And people put enormous effort into dressing up and finding most hilarious clothes for these parties. And trust me it is not only about women! Everybody wants to sneak in to the world of fantasy and dream. This time is not about posh. This time is about carless joy, imaginatation and sharing.

So play play play. Before a new narrative arrives. Before its’ too late.

PS. Realize my fashion expertise might sound not too credible ☺, so I recommend 70s Style and Design by Kirsty Hislop and Dominic Lutyens, 15£ Amazon. http://www.amazon.co.uk/70s-Style-Design-Dominic-Lutyens/dp/0500514836. Photo in this blog is the one used on the cover of the book.