Amateur vagrant. Aspiring starving artist. Lost in Hollywood.
Every summer, I travel to New York City to catch some pretentious arthouse film that would change my life for at least a couple months. Next year, Sátántangó is the goal.
(If the movie isn't foreign, in black and white, and is under seven hours long then it isn't arthouse enough)
After a ten minute brainstorm, I bought an expensive camera for my new year's resolution because my life had space for one more hobby and I am at the mercy of corporate advertising.
I have a world map in my room littered with tiny red pushpins. What am I doing with my life? Taking my camera around and adding more pushpins.
Keep track of me watching 400 movies in one year on my Letterboxd account: http://letterboxd.com/ShapeShiftTrick/
I wrote that Spring Breakers is a once-in-a-decade modern classic because I don't know anything about cinema. Feel free to yell at me about it.
Entry level hipster bullshit: Radiohead, **St Vincent**, Sufjan Stevens, Vampire Weekend, Kanye West, Bon Iver, Neutral Milk Hotel, PJ Harvey, Velvet Underground.
Support your local artists: Beach House, AnCo, Wye Oak, Lower Dens, Dan Deacon, Future Islands, etc.
Hedi Slimane/Raf Simons/Kanye West/mainstream high fashion.
Persian rugs with cherub imagery.
Alphabet public radio (WNYC, NPR, WBEZ).
Avant-garde short films.