IFC ROOFTOP BAR, CENTRAL, HONG KONG

Jan 1, 2010

so… bring it on bring it on bring it on the lights the cameras the laughs the rainbows the decades ahead…

…flight…suspension…flight…suspension……re-appropriating ville natale…

Jan 11, 2010

« I have only slipped away into the next room… Whatever we were to each other that we still are.  Call me by my old familiar name ; speak to me in the easy way which you always used.  Put no difference in your tone ; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.  Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.  Let my name be over the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort… »*

Remembering the green ray …

Remembering the ray … rule 1) not to imagine your film will change the world ; rule 2) so not to put more means than foreseeable audience ; rule 3) not to mingle with the stars and sheen and shine people, bypass honours, hype, self-promotion ; rule 4) keep in mind ethics, morals, self-respect and respect for others, and make independence and absolute artistic freedom your daily meal

Remembering the green ray, his wisdom 1) there are festivals around the clock around the globe so a choice is to be made between work and show ; 2) sooner or later one will get used to being the prize machine, so might as well be an abstainer from the start ; 3) fellow conspirators become competitors, quickly the grass becomes always greener on the other side, another reason to remember the green ray and be wise.

…remembering and only starting to understand (as several others) where some of our idiosyncrasies come from : the very firm demand on perfected work ; the distaste for wasting time in hype and glitter, but not beyond a juicy gossip or two ; the frugal workstyle and lifestyle ; the less one needs the freer one is ; and the total intransigence for independence.

February 2010

… lessons learned, lessons shared… new rainbows on the horizon.

… in documentary, organisation of the random into intent ; in fiction, looking for the random to give spark and spice to the intentional.  Finally, like fraternal twins, doc and fiction, look different, one likes meat and the other veggies but so complementary, « same same » in fact, as they say in BKK.

March 2010

Was refused a « Back to native village card » unless i can prove my « Chinese »ness ; maybe Sarko didn’t invent the national identity question and copied on them over here ?  Realised it didn’t really matter one way or another as long as can still remember who i am and what i’m supposed to be to whom and where … funnily enough the only one which never questioned my appartenance is the country where I « belonged » for the shortest time in my life.

… being many things and several people at the same time… luckily there’s only one heart (though divided into 3 equal parts of Js) and one head (hopefully still together) but the magnolia/jasmin/whatever smells heavenly, heady and great in the humid morning air and it’s 24°C and the sun sometimes shines and the Asian foreign girlie students next to me in the subway were singing on their way home between giggles.

…night too… perfect with a breeze

…finally found isolated rooftop bar overlooking overcast harbour and much-needed out-of-this-world-expensive chilled chardonnay and cool music.  The earth has trembled in Turkey after Haiti Japan Indonesia Chili… is it all slipping under our feet while here zombies rush about oblivious to nonstop onslaught of medias/canned heat/instructions (« wash your hand, wear a mask ») fill-the-gap-noise (O FEAR THE SILENCE : for it makes you think).
Dare I go for another glass ?  That is the question.

… tu n’as rien vu à Hiroshima (Hong Kong, Paris, Tokyo, Montreal, Istanbul)…

*”Death Is Nothing At All” by Henry Scott-Holland