Wednesday, December 30, 2009
life in the silver
if life was a black and white stream I think I'd find myself somewhere lost in the silver. There is a time in in the beginning of film making which only shows us silver. Black and White, yes. But really it is silver. It is everything pretty. Life was washed in low focus and beautiful, blurry lines that really seduced the romance from the method. Its interesting that humanity could not have been all that different from one generation to the next, but because of the achingly beautiful footage of soft, hazy light and no color we are left with an impression of a dream world. A world full of passion. Long, closed mouth kisses that zipper up cleanly at the end of the night. Soft, gray rain storms that shower us in just enough water that we need a warm hand to walk us home. Ideal? Maybe life would be better if left in the black, white, and silver. A time where tears were as romantic as lingerie, weddings were plucked out of a garden of fairy tales, and femininity wasn't looked down on. I think its a beautiful thing...living in the silver.