Becoming Real - antarctic city video

New Becoming Real video up on Pitchfork all this week http://pitchfork.com/tv/#/music-videos/1604-becoming-real/2541-antarctic-city/

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Kuboaa Launch Party

In other news you should all check out this, a new magazine launching for which i've contributed some words and images. Namely my own words about my own film of people wanking and defecating in shopping malls and airports, regardez ca. My nan's a fan.

Salem Live

So i'm finally getting around to posting up some nice, grainy footage of Salem i shot on the tour with Becoming Real way back in November. This song was always a particularly beautiful moment each night. Salem is the sound of bad video compression. Or something.

Seems like fucking ages ago now but there's also some footage floating around of the visuals i did for that tour too - here and here if anyone's interested.

New BR video out in the next few days!

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Porn in Outer Space

So here's a short film which i finished recently and have been sending to festivals called Porn in Outer Space. It's a found footage piece exploring auto-sexual reactions to various suburban non-spaces and tranzient zones.

Outer Space from thrills thrills on Vimeo.

Becoming Real feat. Trim video

Ok so here's the new Becoming Real video featuring Trim, a personal hero of mine, so this was a real honour to make. The word 'snuff' seems to keep coming up in response, which i can only take as the highest of praise. Currently working on visuals for the live show which are shaping up to be a lot more autumnal and delicate, with a hint of British tweed occultism. Needless to say - all very exciting.

Becoming Real - Jen's Clock Video

Here's the video i've just done for the new Becoming Real 12" forthcoming on RAMP at the end of the month. I'm pretty pleased with it.

It's compiled from various bits of found footage, taken from the stranger corners of the web - slowed down, filtered and coloured. Something that's become a bit of an obsession of mine over the past few months. Exploring London's parallel soft architecture through cheap flickering home videos, with only a handful of views. I feel like this is where all of those shimmering, splintered reflections - stored up in bus and train windows - finally drift off to at night. Bodies give way and turn into specters beneath the soft glow of street lamps and dank droning bins.

Also finished another longer project on a similar tip tentatively entitled 'in space' this week. Currently in the process of sending it to a few festivals but will post up soon. The Heathrow film marches on, more news on that soon too.

Les Battersby and the Yorkshire Ripper.

This has to be one of the strangest pieces of cultural text i've found in a while -

Les Battersby (from Coronation Street) being interviewed by Piers Morgan (from hell) about his discovery of Jean Jordan's (victim of the Yorkshire ripper) mutilated and disemboweled corpse. A very strange dialogue between real and unreal, natural and synthetic. It makes me want to hurl the computer across the room, watching Morgan's flat, aborted lifeless excuse for a face - just mutedly absorbing the horrors drifting out of Bruce Jones's mouth - as he lethargically deems the details of this poor man's terrifying story as at best perhaps - 'gripping and fascinating'. Wow, thanks Piers. You are a true journalistic luminary.

Buried horror and cultural truth just crashing - limply and without affect - into the unfeeling, unreal contours of Piers Morgan's head.

And so at the end of it we are given a truly bizarre intertextual landscape of image - of Les Battersby discovering an icy pale, murdered body dumped and concealed on a piece of manchester waste ground - a portion of hell found concealed somewhere at the back of Granada studios. And then we are in front of the court. Staring out through the overlit, barreled tunnel vision of Piers Morgan's X factor eyes - glinting in front of the camera.

Fictions and truths colliding in psychosis.

And this all happens to be occurring the same year that David Peace begins to seep into Britain's unconscious via a smug channel four drama.

"Everybody knows - everybody knows - everybody knows -" - David Peace - Nineteen Eighty Three