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formed from foundlings

i've posted many of dominic f. marceau's short films here before, but i thought it might be nice to assemble them all in one convenient place. [they are assembled all in one convenient place- the fsquared media you tube channel. -ed.]

these aren't actually all of his short films, but they represent a cycle of shorts set to single pieces of music and assembled entirely from copyright-free materials. some are all taken from the same film and simply edited to fit. others are assembled from multiple sources. i'm very happy to have played the role of sounding board as these were created and very proud of how accomplished these are. for those who have seen them piecemeal over the last several months, it's an interesting experience to have them all in one place. for those who haven't, ready yourselves for a rather surreal experience.

sin :: music by subliminal



i did it for you :: music by haus arafna



coping :: music by subliminal



tempo morto :: music by ait!



zero :: m…

a definable moment in time- the fiction serial is back!

back in business, after a short break... prepare for a surprising and somewhat unsettling visit to our friend adela...

more like space: a definable moment in time [a fiction serial] cont...


morte d'arthur

sadly, earlier today, we had to say goodbye to arthur, the king of our urban camelot, the little lion, the sweet-faced sovereign with the great big snowshoes for feet and, on the sly, a total nip-head. he was a real ruler and it was an incredibly difficult decision to let him go, but the sad fact was that in the last few months, he hadn't really been himself. i mean that in the most literal way, too. he hadn't been social with his brothers and sister, he hadn't wanted to be groomed and hadn't groomed himself. wracked with diabetes and its myriad side effects, including perpetual dry skin that left him with open wounds where his fur had matted and pulled away, increasing cataracts in his bright eyes that left him unable to see in anything other than bright light and increasing dehydration that left him constantly thirsty and frequently incontinent, he was not the beautiful, regal spectacle he had always been. 
still, there were flashes of his old, haughty self. when i ap…

...and this is why i shouldn't be allowed in public, ever

i spent last weekend in toronto for work reasons, which included an evening dinner and cruise with a hundred or so customers of the company i work for. 
i've never quite understood why employers put me in places where i could conceivably interact with their customers. perhaps they're not quite aware of exactly how socially clueless i am. here's an example, which happened in the presence of a couple of coworkers and a supplier who was probably wondering why he'd come all the way over from europe to be confronted with someone who'd evidently escaped from a mental hospital. 
coworker :: you have an empty plate with you? 
me :: i'm never sure what to do with these things. i don't know if there's a specific place to put them, or if i can just leave them wherever i feel like it. 
coworker :: i think that you can just put it wherever. 
me [leaving plate on table] :: yeah, that seems like a good way to get rid of things. just leave them lying around and hope th…

dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 26.09.12

it was indeed a happy [post]birthday celebration for me and a big thank you to all who joined in [you know who you are]. you know what the best part is? we're doing this again next week! that's right, folks, because we missed our date at the beginning of september, we're doing two weeks in a row of caustic loveliness. and you're invited. 

for those who don't know what to expect... here's what we did last night, which doesn't necessarily have anything to do with what we'll do next week, but it might give you an idea, sort of. 

mr. dna
dom said that for my birthday, he was inspired to play songs that reminded him of me, which is really sweet. although, given that he played fishbone's "lyin' ass bitch", i'm kind of hoping not every song was for me...

david bowie :: sense of doubt
liars :: scissor
medicine :: aruca
my bloody valentine :: soon
television :: marquee moon
blondie :: (i am always touched by your) presence, dear
talking heads :: not …

making faces :: classic armani is classic

have you ever tried reading lesser books by great writers? not just the books that aren't quite as well known, but the stuff that they really just cranked out to make some money when they'd squandered all their earnings on drink and debauchery. what you discover most of the time is that while they had an undeniable talent, there's a reason why their classics are the ones that have inscribed themselves on the collective imagination. those classics touch something in our psyche that goes beyond simple skill and that is the reason why certain titles persevere while others fade.

for fall 2012, armani would like to remind you that as it is with literature, so it is with beauty. there is a reason why certain looks have established themselves as iconic in our culture and it's not about trends or quirks or gimmicks. it's about the fact that certain looks are simply, effortlessly classic because they remind of us of other, greater emblems of beauty going back many years.

a…

look at the souvenirs i didn't buy in switzerland

by a weird fluke, i found myself in switzerland with no ability to get money and no money on hand. that sucked in a lot of ways, because i always like to buy a map of the city/ country i'm in while i'm traveling. [i've prohibited myself from purchasing a map in advance of a trip because of that unseemly incident back in 2005.] it also sucked because it meant that i couldn't buy the gorgeous europe-only shade of yves st. laurent's new "rouge pur couture- les mats" lipstick called "prune virgin", which is not only named after an underrated irish band, but which is also just a perfectly me shade of deep shiraz purple-red.

but in other ways, it's a good thing that i couldn't get money, because that's probably all that stopped me from buying stuff like this ::

ok, let's start with the predictable, which is that i wanted the entire window display at prada on banhofstrasse. choosing one pair would have been too difficult. i will take al…

making faces :: guerlain should take my advice more often

ok, i don't want to brag, but... well, i do want to brag actually, because when i did my "beauty brand report card" a few months back i said that the one thing i thought guerlain had to work on was their blush. and apparently, they take my opinion very seriously, because for their fall launch, they've featured a new collection of six blushes that join their permanent lineup.

that's not all they did, of course. they also introduced a new liquid lipstick formula that's stealing all the headlines. plus there are four new and permanent rouge g shades and two new glosses which everyone is ignoring, despite the fact that they're the only things that aren't permanent. and then there's the new [and, yes, permanent] eye shadow quad called "les fauves", a symphony of late autumn foliage shades in brown, copper and coral-orange.

i'd like to thank guerlain for making all of these things permanent, because it saves me having to harvest my intern…

friday favourites 14.09.12

my mother reads constantly. she'll read multiple books at once, leaving them in strategic places around her home [although never in the bathrooms] so that she can just pick up where she left off. her brain has this uncanny ability to leap from one track to another without skipping a beat, which i attribute to the fact that she's ambidextrous, so her brain is used to doing things on both sides that most of us do with only one. 
myself, i'm kind of a reading bulimic. not that i'm a bulimic who reads- although that would have been accurate enough at one point- but i tend to binge and then purge. i get so into a book i'm reading that i almost forget to look up every now and again, which can be tricky when doing things like descending stairs, crossing roads or sitting in meetings with people who are wondering why they're paying you. in order to avoid being like that all the time, i sort of starve myself of books a lot, because i like being alive and getting paid. t…

making faces :: the allure of anastasia

it's so easy to fall into a rut. you go through places where you normally admire all the pretty things and you stick to those areas that are familiar and somehow they leave you feeling unfulfilled. and then one day, you wander just a little astray and you come in contact with something magical that piques your interest, arouses your passion, begs you to embrace it. or at least put it on your eyelids.

this is what happened to me in a recent trip to sephora, when i stopped to swatch some of the eye shadow duos from anastasia, known chiefly for their brow grooming products, something which, i'll admit, i don't invest in. [since i stopped dyeing my hair black, my eyebrows have been very lonely and unattended. i'll pluck a few weeds from the garden, but that's really it.] but as soon as i touched the soft shades of "my bedford", i knew that i had found something truly special from a company i knew relatively little about.

"my bedford" is, if i'm b…

sign language

aside from taking pictures of the lovely scenery and all, which everyone does, i always like to grab some images of things that look memorable in other ways...



in some areas of the country, the average weight is a little higher than normal. so they've apparently adjusted the bathroom icon to make people feel a little better. 

just after walking through this door, i was given protective goggles to wear, because the areas that we'd be looking at included one where bottles had been known to randomly blow up. also, i was told i couldn't take pictures, because the work involved potentially explosive levels of ethanol. they apparently have odd standards for "friendly". 

this banner depicts the legend of the town of st. gallen, which apparently involves a monk whose companion was a bear. i believe the large panel in the middle depicts the point at which the bear realised that he was a lot bigger and stronger and head gnarly claws and teeth and decided to kill and eat th…