StefanoBlack▒

▒▓▒ FILM ✚ MUSIC ✚ WORDS
▒▓▒ Ask.Submit.Contact.

A Time for Everything (or, An Open Letter About Popular Dialogue on Ferguson (or, Fuck You))

Dear Persons Who Opine That We Should Reserve Judgment About the Killing of Michael Brown Until “All the Facts Are In,” As Though We Can Be Sure All the Facts Will Come In Untainted,

What frustrates me most about your role in the dialogue is that so many seemingly educated, well-spoken people can be so willfully blind to the fact that this “reasoned,” “logical” approach to the situation only rears its head to call into question the legitimacy of a murder when the victim is of color and the perpetrator is not.

Were the situation reversed, with a white officer apparently gunned down for no reason by a black civilian, most Americans, and overwhelmingly most white Americans, would leap to the presumption of guilt without any hesitation. Maybe some of you who indulge in this “reasoned” emotional distance would be above that impulse, I don’t know - but it’s a reality that by and large, that’s how people react when the skin-tones are the other way.

To try and pretend that your personal opinions are not intrinsically informed by socialized ideas about race - including those opinions that posture as rational, logical approaches - is positively fucking ridiculous.

There is a time and a place for everything. When poor people are being gunned down in the street for most likely no reason; police are using paramilitary tactics and violence to suppress protest and journalism; the area in question has a documented history of highly inflamed, oppressive race relations and possible prior instances of racially-motivated police brutality; and the judicial system in general is without question biased against people of color and the poor: that is NOT the goddamn time to sit back in your comfortable, middle-class-or-better easy-chair and say “We must wait dutifully for all the facts to arrive via judicial process!”

Cut the bullshit, get over your knee-jerk fear of Special-Treatment revocation (which, make no mistake, IS where that detached, reactionary, pseudo-intellectual bullshit all comes from), and have a fucking shred of human empathy. Justice does not get served when everyone sits back and waits for results from a status-quo system that we already know doesn’t work - or even one we believe does. The Powers That Be are big, indifferent, and selfishly motivated.

That’s why justice only gets served when people are fucking angry. That’s why we need to be angry right now. And that’s why your privileged detachment makes YOU part of the problem no matter how racially enlightened you falsely think you are.

Love,

A “white”-presenting male with just as many privileges to lose as you have, if not more

——

PS (8/21): And yes, this criticism of detachment and of blanket faith in “the process” or “the facts” applies even if you are not necessarily “white” or a wealthy, scheming Wall Street robber baron yourself. So don’t try to use your “I’m Not Totally White!” Exception Cards as an out. I’m multiracial too - that wouldn’t make it any less oblivious or privileged for me to say “I’m sure we’ll get all the facts, let’s wait on those before we judge or, you know, have basic human emotional functioning.”



On Depression & Getting Help

This was originally posted February 26, 2010.


I deal with suicidal, unipolar depression and I take medication daily to treat it. Over the past seven years, I’ve had two episodes that were severe and during which I thought almost exclusively of suicide. I did not eat much and lost weight during…

^ The above reblogged from Rob Delaney. ^



Eyes Wide Shut - 15 Years Later

I rewatched Eyes Wide Shut in full last night for the first time, I believe, since its release. A visual masterpiece beyond compare. Every shot a revelation. Even though I’ve seen it before, I have a new respect for Kubrick’s mind for photography, pacing, tone - his obsessive attention to (and sharpened attunement to) detail.

(Spoilers ahead. Duh.)

It’s notable here that he directed photography so closely that he credited his ostensible DP, Larry Smith, simply as “lighting cameraman” - that is, a skilled technician working to execute an auteur’s precise vision.

Even though I liked it back in the day, my 13-year-old brain couldn’t appreciate this depth of style and form at ALL. I simply wasn’t equipped. Absolutely breathtaking use of sudden cuts away from a reaction, as in the scene-exits of the second visit to Rainbow Fashions or Victor Ziegler’s monologue - or aggressive pulls in on a chilling image, as in several stunning moments of the much-discussed orgy sequence. (The only tangible criticism I can give the film is on a slight overuse of crossfade scene-transitions in the first half or so, which could have been a circumstantial concession. I do also wonder what considerations of editing and post were decided in the latter stages, after Kubrick’s unfortunate death.)

Speaking of things I couldn’t grasp at 13 or 14, it’s such a tragic, convincing exploration of the lust and wanting underneath every human exchange, no matter how grave. The seemingly minor Alan Cumming (ha) scene drives this point hard (ha ha). Overall, the film seems to follow thematically and philosophically from Eraserhead, which Kubrick had once called his “favorite film.”

Back when I first watched this, I had no frame of reference for drug states, sex, relationship dynamics, even the city - at 29, it has a whole new texture of realness and believability, from the grit of late-night Manhattan to the frustrations of communication right down to the stupid fucking logic and comic self-sabotage that can come with smoking too much.

This leads me to a quick aside - there is something unnerving and perfect about the city-street scenes. They all feel boxed-in and contained, conspicuously like a studio set. Every street seems to end in a T intersection, closed off from the world at large, in ways that appear impossibly circular - a note that I doubt was incidental considering the great pains of precision taken at every turn in the making of this film. This feels weirdly appropriate as we follow Dr. Bill Hartford, a character that I believe has been sometimes derided as a boring victim of only his own privilege and self-obsession, but who reads to me more as an endearingly naïve man who exists in a world of wealth and indulgence into which he actually doesn’t fit at all.

When I saw Eyes Wide Shut in a theater during its initial run, the conversation in the room was loud, and the anticipation palpable, in a way that is unlike ANY other filmgoing experience I’ve ever had to this very day. Despite that, popular media has failed this film. It’s not in the least some debauched, amoral shock-romp. To the contrary, it’s a morality play about how pathetic and powerless the individual can be before pervasive, inescapable forces: wealth, power, institution - and worse yet, his or her own base, animal longings; the insatiable hunger and wanting for sex, money, status.

In short, it’s about how lust poisons everything.

Perhaps ironically, last night I actually meant to watch Oldboy (the original, cuz come on) for an aspirational stylistic refresher as a filmmaker. The torrent hadn’t finished, so my date and I put this on instead. Eyes Wide Shut has almost literally the opposite pace and tone of Oldboy, but I walk away now feeling equally that it’s a gold standard to aspire to.

Mulholland Drive, Le Mépris/Contempt, Oldboy. Twin Peaks, maybe Alien and Blade Runner. There are very few pieces of media that see me physically jumping out of my skin with excitement. This one did, from literally start to finish.



On second viewing, Frozen has the same third act as Maleficent.

(Spoilers ahead, obviously.)

1. Newly re-magick’d ingenue gets locked away;

2. Misguided troops storm castle and fight the misunderstood supernatural heroine’s just-created monster;

3. Re-cursed ingenue will die unless she receives “true love’s kiss” (exact phrase);

4. Crucial plot twist is that the act of true love which saves her is not a romantic gesture from a man but comes from a familial relationship with a female elder.

Very interesting to note. In both cases I admire the feminist spirit in setting women’s relationships with each other as the primary relationships of a film (also notable in Brave), and in defying our conditioned expectation for a female lead’s redemption or rescue to come from a male suitor.

That said, it’s a little disappointing to watch this again after having seen Maleficent and realize there’s such a distinct plot structure reiterated, re: the whole twist on “true love’s kiss,” which - while in both cases well executed and tasteful - comprises the emotional core and take-away of each film.

On the other hand, it’s interesting to note that even as crucial an element of Frozen as that is, I watched Maleficent just a couple months later and didn’t draw the parallel at all. So maybe I’m lazy, or maybe that’s good on them?

S.



stefanoblack said: What is tumblr *for*, anyway?

Me 2008: I really don’t fucking know. Seems kinda pointless. I should probably figure it out.

Me 2009-2011: LMAO OMFG WTF WAS I THINKING THIS IS THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE

Me 2014: What? Go away, I’m doing shit.



this thing that happens

Middle-aged man in a B&N starbucks
reading The Essential Superman Encyclopedia
in a place like this you see people at their
best

focused on what interests them
maybe a comforting childhood fantasy
“No X-Ray Vision? No Problem!” it says,
promising answers

another, maybe older, man reads Michael Moore
they are not home
in a dark living
room

fighting with their wives
judging their children
steeped in regret
or maybe they are
but it’s all right
this happens to all of us.



submissivelymonroe:

I canNOT with George Takei. He is like a god among mortals. 

(Source: chandra75)



THE KKK TOOK MY MUPPET BABY AWAY

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE

(IRONICALLY THE FOOTAGE ACTUALLY IS ABOUT PEOPLE DRESSING UP AS GHOSTS BUT EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE NOT KKK IT SO HAPPENS THEY ARE NAZIS)



deadly-mermaids:

callmemac:

gojikas:

grlgang:

feedmyaddictionnow:

kingofwesteros:

Publicity done right in an anti-rape campaign: double-page spread, pages glued to one another. After the reader forcefully separates them, the image above is revealed with the caption “if you have to use force, it’s rape”.

THIS IS BRILLIANT

I don’t like this it seems really gross I think the photo is what bothers me? It almost feels like they’re trying to sexualize a rape ad- and I am aware that the cafab body is not inherently sexual but the execution of the photo is…gross to me. Idk I can’t explain properly.

i kinda got the same feeling like i know what they were trying to say but it’s just in a way that seems sort of…off? i don’t know how to describe it; i think maybe it’s because the reader has to have the urge to willingly pull the pages open expecting something?? Idk how to word it maybe I’m just misinterpreting it

No, I saw it earlier and didn’t reblog because it weirded me out. I think grlgang is right — it seems like they’ve sexualized rape…

it is really creepy. it’s like playing pretend or something. it’s trivializing rape. “get it? now YOURE the rapist. but not really. you can go back to what you were doing now.”  its also presenting a woman as LITERALLY an object. the ‘victim’ in this psa has no voice. they’re not treated like a person. wouldn’t it have been more powerful and effective to have real people talking about their experiences as victims/survivors of rape? they could use this opportunity to show people what rape culture is. but instead they show us this nameless, faceless, sexualized body, and give us an overly simplistic, harmful definition of rape.

The other big problem here is that it implies rape necessarily involves force. This will reinforce for some people the unfortunate notion that “I’m not physically forcing her, so it’s okay to keep going even though [she said no/she doesn’t seem to want it/etc].”

deadly-mermaids:

callmemac:

gojikas:

grlgang:

feedmyaddictionnow:

kingofwesteros:

Publicity done right in an anti-rape campaign: double-page spread, pages glued to one another. After the reader forcefully separates them, the image above is revealed with the caption “if you have to use force, it’s rape”.

THIS IS BRILLIANT

I don’t like this it seems really gross I think the photo is what bothers me? It almost feels like they’re trying to sexualize a rape ad- and I am aware that the cafab body is not inherently sexual but the execution of the photo is…gross to me. Idk I can’t explain properly.

i kinda got the same feeling like i know what they were trying to say but it’s just in a way that seems sort of…off? i don’t know how to describe it; i think maybe it’s because the reader has to have the urge to willingly pull the pages open expecting something?? Idk how to word it maybe I’m just misinterpreting it

No, I saw it earlier and didn’t reblog because it weirded me out. I think grlgang is right — it seems like they’ve sexualized rape…

it is really creepy. it’s like playing pretend or something. it’s trivializing rape. “get it? now YOURE the rapist. but not really. you can go back to what you were doing now.” its also presenting a woman as LITERALLY an object. the ‘victim’ in this psa has no voice. they’re not treated like a person. wouldn’t it have been more powerful and effective to have real people talking about their experiences as victims/survivors of rape? they could use this opportunity to show people what rape culture is. but instead they show us this nameless, faceless, sexualized body, and give us an overly simplistic, harmful definition of rape.

The other big problem here is that it implies rape necessarily involves force. This will reinforce for some people the unfortunate notion that “I’m not physically forcing her, so it’s okay to keep going even though [she said no/she doesn’t seem to want it/etc].”

(Source: barbarajoangordon, via gojikas)



All @DAVID_LYNCH everything.

(Source: boiledjeans, via heyyouitsme)



two years.

Just watched ROGUE again for the first time in a year. Almost made it to the end without breaking down in tears this time.

I’m struck by how much it made me miss not only Raul but that whole period of life. Those were such good times…I miss the creative spirit of those days and all the people I shared it with, both of which have grown a little further away due to time, space, and frankly, Raul’s absence.

Two years since you left, and watching your work I still feel like I’m behind you. Two years since you left and still I envy your frankness. Two years since you left, I miss you as much as ever.

I’ll never let you die, you son of a bitch.



rogue-film:

Raul Rogue Rodriguez was a filmmaker, an artist, and a close friend.

His middle name was supposed to be Roque, after his father,
but they misspelled it on the birth certificate.

His life ended on the last day of 2011.

In this film I have presented a selection of Raul’s work, and also tried
to offer a glimpse into the life he lived and the ways he affected people.

If you knew Raul, I hope you’ll see sides of him both familiar and not.

If you didn’t know him…I hope it gives you even the slightest
understanding of who he was, what he meant to us all,
and how terribly you missed out.

[ LIFE ENDS; ART LIVES ON }

Today marks two years since I last saw you. I still miss you every day.

http://rogue-film.com



Two years ago this time, we eat together for the last time.



My first hypnosis workshop at Catland is on DNAinfo.

Speaks for itself. Join us at 2pm on Sunday 12/15.



time for giving

what you love will be gone
from your life, gone
from your memory, gone
from this earth, scattered
to dust

holdit
closer
forgiving
Thanks.







H ☰ L L O

i'm Stefano.
emphasis on the first syllable.
i make media and write about media.




TWITTER
lol u wouldn't get my snapchats
they're high-concept & textural

VIMEO
EPILEPSY WARNING:

HIRE ME
or die.