the time has come

...and they kill people.

2011-09-03T03:03:00.003+01:00

they don't make 'em like they used to.

on my mind

2011-08-22T06:48:00.002+01:00

impressed.

my table.

look closely. then go here.

en pointe

2011-08-21T14:14:00.001+01:00

point.

(i've taken to wearing my ballet slippers about the house).

and flex.

(deceptively strong-looking ankles. they keep giving way when i'm at work).

relatedly, two words : mikhail. baryshnikov.

(swoon).

community

2011-08-20T03:21:00.000+01:00

so good.

community service announcements by jeremyville. remember when he did all the minties wrappers? evidently, he still has a pretty good sense of visual humour.

this time another year

2011-08-17T23:43:00.000+01:00

i left new york after being up all night. thank you facebook for reminding me.

my place

2011-08-17T06:43:00.000+01:00

room/sun-room.

-

2011-08-17T02:08:00.000+01:00

margaret.

corbu.

today, i miss the northern hemisphere.

bloody brilliant

2011-08-10T11:45:00.000+01:00

this. i especially like the self-reference one.

sans titre

2011-08-10T08:12:00.000+01:00

yes! all-time favourite! vinyl! in the post!

less excitingly, i thought they accidentally threw in the first LP from 'have one on me'. it's really just the sleeve and the booklet and a couple of charmingly beautiful photos of joanna newsom.

listless

2011-08-02T15:27:00.000+01:00

ooooowaah!

2011-08-01T10:55:00.000+01:00

i started at my new university today. my class is full of terrifying young people. i hope they think i'm cool and intimidating.

new friends

2011-07-31T11:07:00.000+01:00

i went and bought some ridiculous rings at the fremantle markets today. the viking's name is johan, the native is called bruce. bruce the native. naming them was easy, trying to justify them aesthetically whilst reading a book about gestalt is a whole other thing.

21

2011-07-24T13:14:00.001+01:00

merci had a tintin themed party. i went as tintin as seen here (in america). i should have gone as that bear.

one day soon.

2011-07-17T14:18:00.000+01:00

this going to be me when i finally get julius to build me a bike just like this one. minus the beard.

tron

2011-07-17T14:08:00.002+01:00

i've been talking about tron a lot recently.

most (no, all) people think i'm crazy because of it.

but i know what they're missing out on.

yeah!

2011-07-01T15:34:00.000+01:00

pretty much sums it up right now.

miss you

2011-06-27T14:52:00.000+01:00

glad i took this last minute photo of a building i passed at least twice a day. advice does take a little while to sink in sometimes.

recent books

2011-06-27T14:50:00.000+01:00

great forces...

and the two loves of my life.

a sample.

comedy gold

2011-06-27T09:42:00.002+01:00

i keep this screen-shot on the desktop, for emergency use only.

sweet substitute

2011-06-23T01:17:00.000+01:00

the state i'm in

2011-06-21T15:08:00.000+01:00

and the culprit.

middlemarch

2011-02-28T18:16:00.000Z

"He has got no good red blood in his body," said Sir James.
"No. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass, and it was all semicolons and parentheses," said Mrs Cadwallader.

sounds like george eliot and i have some mutual acquaintances.

by popular demand

2011-02-20T20:36:00.002Z

i don't have anything of my own invention so here's some stuff that i like.

window

2010-11-22T21:20:00.000Z

this is lovely. and those flush windows remind me of the studio at blackrock. that's a detail to be stored away in the vault.

the rest of iit

2010-11-13T18:18:00.001Z

mies.

rem (and mies).

rem.

shoreditch etc

2010-11-13T18:13:00.000Z

look closer.

ella on her birthday!

leaving albion

2010-11-13T18:07:00.000Z

it may not look like it but this is the beginning of packing my life away.

that's one full box, one empty.

ritual

2010-11-13T18:03:00.001Z

aggy, tea, window.

watching the rain.

solving the world's problems.

rather superficial

2010-11-13T09:15:00.001Z

reasons i like my hair the way it is :
  i can wear it down (crazy, i know).
  when i do wear it up in a ponytail, i like the way it bobs about as i walk; it makes me feel like a cheerleader in the 50s.
  sometimes, especially when frustrated at work, i sigh and can blow my fringe up á la ariel (the little mermaid). if you don't understand what that means, you clearly weren't a little girl in the 90s.
  i like the undercut but it's nice that when it's grown out a bit you can't really tell. that is to say that i forget sometimes.

i'm almost incapable of anything more intellectually challenging than this, come back in a week or two.

tonal

2010-11-10T23:25:00.000Z

this is cool. and highly addictive.

new hero

2010-11-09T23:08:00.000Z

this is ron arad's design museum in holon, israel.

it's made me incredibly excited about architecture again.

and this made me kind of like computer drawings a little bit. (or maybe i really appreciate a nice exploded axo).

more nabokov

2010-11-03T21:02:00.000Z

Now, frankly speaking, I have always been irritated by the complacent conviction that a ripple of stream consciousness, a few healthy obscenities, and a dash of communism in any old slop pail will alchemically and automatically produce ultramodern literature; and I will contend until I am shot that art as soon as it is brought into contact with politics inevitably sinks to the level of ideological trash.

from Spring in Fialta

lucien herve

2010-11-03T07:12:00.001Z

oh god, it hurts.

black spot

2010-10-27T19:34:00.000+01:00

i moved into ellie's place. so did the 'mini-sham', sambuca. this is what i've been doing with my spare time as of last friday.

nabokov

2010-10-12T13:03:00.001+01:00

It was necessary to shut the window: rain was striking the sill and splashing the parquet and armchairs. With a fresh, slippery sound, enormous silver spectres sped through the garden, through the foliage, along the orange sand. The drainpipe rattled and choked. You were playing Bach. The piano had raised its lacquered wing, under the wing lay a lyre, and little hammers were rippling cross the strings. The brocade rug, crumpling into coarse folds, had slid partway off the piano’s tail, dropping an opened opus onto the floor. Every now and then, through the frenzy of the fugue, your ring would clink on the keys as, incessantly, magnificently, the June shower slashed the windowpanes. And you, without interrupting your playing, and slightly tilting your head, were exclaiming, in time to the beat, “The rain, the rain … I am go-ing to drown it out….”

But you could not.

…

I had a feeling of enraptured equilibrium as I sensed the musical relationship between the silvery spectres of rain and your inclined shoulders, which would give a shudder when you pressed your fingers into the rippling lustre. And when I withdrew deep into myself the whole world seemed like that – homogeneous, congruent, bound by the laws of harmony. I myself, you, the carnations, at that instant all became vertical chords on musical staves. I realized that everything in the world was an interplay of identical particles comprising different kinds of consonance: the trees, the water, you… All was unified, equivalent, divine.

…

I recall you within a chance patch of sunlight. You had sharp elbows and pale, dusty-looking eyes. When you spoke, you would carve the air with the riblike edge of your little hand and the glint of a bracelet on your thin wrist. Your hair would melt as it merged with the sunlit air that quivered around it. You smoked copiously and nervously. You exhaled through both nostrils, obliquely flicking off the ash.

…

Your love was a bit muted, as was your voice. One might say you loved askance, and you never spoke about love. You were one of those habitually untalkative women, to whose silence one immediately grows accustomed. But now and then something in you burst forth. Then your giant Bechstein would thunder, or else, gazing mistily straight ahead, you would tell me hilarious anecdotes you had heard from your husband or from his regimental comrades. I remember your hands – elongated, pale hands with bluish veins.

taken from a short story called Sounds, by Vladimir Nabokov.

undercut (final phase)

2010-10-08T16:52:00.000+01:00

for those of you (whoever you are) who live outside the realm of facebook. i think it's more than half my head of hair, gone.

recently

2010-10-07T20:04:00.000+01:00

poor arvi, work's been rough lately.

our new, limited edition art series 8oz cups.

tube strike on monday meant i was either going to be super early or super late.

i was ridiculously early and waited for celeste for close to an hour.

in the piss alley between greek street and charing cross (they painted over this that very day).

reminds me of mallory.

ellie in sillouhette! at caravan where i finally treated her like it was her birthday.

the cat from norway got stuck in the doorway, but my cat likes to hide in boxes. (i'm packing).

my name

2010-10-05T11:11:00.001+01:00

I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am, but I am one of those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on you. Just call me whatever is in your mind.

If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer.

That is my name.

Perhaps it was raining very hard.

That is my name.

Or somebody wanted you to do something. You did it. Then they told you that what you did was wrong - "Sorry for the mistake," - and you had to do something else.

That is my name.

Perhaps it was a game that you played when you were a child or something that came idly into your mind when you were old and sitting in a chair near a window.

That is my name.

Or you walked someplace. There were flowers all around.

That is my name.

Perhaps you stared into a river. There was somebody near you who loved you. They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened.

That is my name.

Or you heard someone calling from a great distance. Their voice was almost an echo.

That is my name.

Perhaps you were lying in bed, almost ready to go to sleep and you laughed at something, a joke unto yourself, a good way to end the day.

That is my name.

Or you were eating something good and for a second forgot what you were eating, but still went on, knowing it was good.

That is my name.

Perhaps it was around midnight and the fire tolled like a bell inside the stove.

That is my name.

Or you felt bad when she said that thing to you. She could have told it to someone else: Somebody who was more familiar with her problems.

That is my name.

Perhaps the trout swam in the pool but the river was only eight inches wide and the moon shone on iDEATH and the watermelon fields glowed out of proportion, dark and the moon seemed to rise from every plant.

That is my name.

And I wish Margaret would leave me alone.

Richard Brautigan, from In Watermelon Sugar.

time waster

2010-09-29T10:37:00.000+01:00

speaking of addictions, this website is ridiculous.

sorry that i don't have any real news, something will happen soon though, or i'll have some film developed or something.

proper addiction

2010-09-28T22:10:00.000+01:00

i really need to stop visiting the hermes site.

i can make it on my own

2010-09-21T08:18:00.001+01:00

li'l brudder. kills me every time.

herzog

2010-09-16T19:14:00.001+01:00

i might just be having a minor obsession with werner herzog right now. if you haven't seen grizzly man or fitzcaraldo, your life is, in fact, incomplete. i'm also dying to see i'm still here (out tomorrow!).

on the stoop

2010-09-15T18:47:00.001+01:00

this is why i can't have nice things.

edit: just to clarify based on the comments, this is not my doing. my mug had been missing for a while and then when i left the house in the morning, this is what i found. cup murder.

when you left the fire

2010-09-15T18:44:00.000+01:00

aggy and i spent last night with a very handsome and charming bunch of canadians by the name of wilderness of manitoba. four part harmonies? yes please! cover of CSN's helplessly hoping? fucking gorgeous.

great opener too, nathaniel rateliff.

things are about to get boring

2010-09-11T00:57:00.001+01:00

i apologize. you might need to stay away if nostalgia offends you because i'm rediscovering some absolute gems.

when corgis attack.

memory

2010-09-09T13:18:00.005+01:00

i've begun the somewhat daunting task of going through the past decade* or so of photographs. this is not purely for nostalgia's sake, no no, i'm hoping that in clearing up my digital memory i might regain at least a small portion of my cerebral memory.

anyway, long hair!! i always forget just how crazy it was. i think i could get it back in a year or two, what do you say? (an aside - i miss that baby leica too).

* an exaggeration, naturally. i do have some from high school so there's a decent amount to get through.

also

2010-09-09T13:11:00.000+01:00

did i mention the family of foxes living in our garden?

kitty!

2010-09-09T13:06:00.001+01:00

when kitty hangs out in my room, this is the only place she wants to be.

she will fight just about anything...

...she especially likes the power connection (not the cord, just the bit that may hurt her).

i never wanted to be one of those people who fills up the internet with cats, but she's just too cute not to be shared.

automatic

2010-09-07T09:28:00.001+01:00

i've acquired an olympus om-10 (without the manual adapter). the instructions are one of the best things about it.

dave

2010-09-03T00:21:00.000+01:00

henry said, 'don't encourage him soph.'

(that's the punchline, i can barely remember the body of the joke, and it wouldn't be funny anyway).

note

2010-08-26T22:17:00.001+01:00

if you've not seen anything from my time away, please start at the post titled 'just because'. if you've caught up with all the analogue shots, start at the post called 'here it comes'. it doesn't really matter but it'll make a bit more sense.

last day

2010-08-26T22:03:00.000+01:00

after a quick pack and a quick coffee i met rhea for brunch and then it was on to the market to shop for a feast. (rhea matched the rainbow chard beautifully).

the produce we came home with quickly turned into a still life.

a snack, a cider and a nap and we started cooking.

jackie and rhea.

megan, ky and sean.

that blonde, be-hatted blur is ranya and her friend lord gavin.

megan, so fantastic.

and this, this is miller's. i spent a good amount of time here (almost every night i think).

we (ky, megan, rhea and i) stayed til the bitter end. then it was home to organize the remainder of my stuff, into a cab and onto jfk (where i promptly sobered up). and that's it.

mies town

2010-08-26T21:42:00.000+01:00

if you have a couple of hours to kill in chicago, i can heartily recommend the architecture boat tour.

how's that for a collage? deco, beaux-arts, modern, international, fascist (well, civic), post-modern, weird 80s futurism, you name it, chicago's got it.

lady liberty

2010-08-26T21:14:00.000+01:00

after the game we caught the subway all the way downtown to catch the staten island ferry.

for her.

take me out to the...

2010-08-26T21:05:00.000+01:00

...ball-game!

yankees vs. bluejays

any excuse. (it was hot, i'll give them that).

jesse (matt's young lady) and chloe (her friend) had just arrived.

oh, and henry got a grill.

when the yankees won, they played 'new york, new york' on repeat. we danced until we were the only ones left in the stadium.

some kid called alex rodriguez hit his 600th home-run that day too. pretty big deal but it means nothing to me really.

that dude next to chloe (not matt, the other one) was so effing new york and a legitimate yankees fan, through and through.

farewell

2010-08-26T20:47:00.003+01:00

dave's last night.

brooklyn bound

2010-08-26T20:44:00.000+01:00

rhea! from byron bay, recent émigré from london to new york.

marissa and rhea, post-vietnamese feast.

the tiniest feather ever. it landed on marissa and kept us (megan, marissa, darling ranya and me) company before floating onto bigger and better things (hopefully).

this was ky's birthday on the beach (fort something...). marissa, megan and mark.

beach scrabble.

rhea in her magnificent, recently acquired apartment. (smug).

me, at rhea's. (not only is there a piano, there's also a glockenspiel).

highline

2010-08-26T20:18:00.000+01:00

i wish i took this one with the M6.

so smart and lovely and deceptively simple.

story

2010-08-26T19:53:00.001+01:00

more boy stuff, this time with a bit of narrative.

i went to meet them at their apartment on east third. this is the view from the rooftop.

we were always waiting on someone.

hanging on the fire escape after lunch at katz's deli

the next day we stopped at shakeshack for lunch before trooping up to guggenheim.

we lost/gave up on the others. i had no use for the collection, josh had no use for the exhibition.

the next day the boys made the short journey to brooklyn and we met up at el beit (ky's cafe). though this photo could have been taken anywhere really.

walking around williamsburg.

habana outpost - cuban street food and the best darn corn you'll ever eat.

colourful and hot. stinkin' hot.

this was rupert's birthday at the black keys show in central park.

i was going to give this photo its own post, purely because it cracks me up. dave.

a dapper bunch, the next evening on our way home from seeing al pacino (THE al pacino - forgeddit) as shylock in the merchant of venice. spec-tac-u-lar.

here it comes

2010-08-26T19:12:00.000+01:00

ok. i'm all pumped up on rice cakes and peanut butter, ready to engulf you in digital images. i took this while waiting for ky and his keys (this is the concrete factory across from his apartment).

dying

2010-08-23T23:24:00.002+01:00

between this and rough travel for a rare thing (bill callahan live album) my heart is being ripped in two (in a good way).

note : annoying that the video is too wide. apologies that i wouldn't begin to know how to fix that.

most of chicago

2010-08-23T18:25:00.001+01:00

one of the great things in chicago are the cleaners' windows. always with some kind of neon and a descriptive installation of a suit, or a sewing machine or something.

every time i went past this bookstore it was shut (even when it said it would be open).

"the bean" (is it really called that?) by anish kapoor in millennium park.

i, like every other human with a camera, was hypnotised into taking far too many pictures of it.

pritzker pavilion by the other frank. so delightfully nautical from this angle.

is it wrong that i find the concrete back-ends of his buildings so much more interesting?

crown hall. (more iit stuff on the film that's still in my camera.)

flw

2010-08-22T23:40:00.001+01:00

i can't sleep, so here's some frank lloyd wright.

i learned pretty early on that you're not allowed to stray from the pavement. i had this shot lined up but closer and with incredible glowing light (see next photo) when i hear this honking vehicle coming down the road. i presume the honking is not for me, how wrong i was. the guy was livid, so i pulled my sweetest 'how was i to know' moves and he calmed down. and then he drove off. this is not even his house! he didn't even work for the foundation. he trawled around the block a few times after that too so i behaved myself. made me think of the hemingway quote (he was born in oak park, by the bye) "oak park is a neighbourhood of wide lawns and narrow minds." harsh? maybe.

can you tell how hot it is? about 40 degrees with no wind at all.

it's all pretty early stuff, the beginnings of prairie.

but there are a few very familiar elements at work (dad).

unity temple.

beautiful.

and as a closer, so you can have it in your head too

"architects may come, and architects may go, and never change your point of view".

not that i strictly believe everything simon and garfunkel say, but there's definitely some kind of inherent connection with me and frank. probably has a lot to do with melvista, and that teeshirt.

chicago : coming soon

2010-08-22T20:21:00.001+01:00

self portrait

buildings and shit

2010-08-22T19:57:00.001+01:00

the new museum by SANAA.

and the view from the sixth floor terrace.

obviously. more flw coming too.

(quite like this one)

the highline, again.

brooklyn. williamsburg. N10th street, i think.

boys boys boys

2010-08-22T19:48:00.002+01:00

matt (not posing).

darling david.

rupert.

rupert on his birthday.

henrryyy.

dave again.

josh.

and last but not least, ky.

my absolute favourite young men. it was unspeakably good to all be together again.

josh's thesis

2010-08-22T19:34:00.000+01:00

running about town with young joshie to document architecture referenced in his paper. this is prada by rem koolhaas.

storefront by steven holl.

the man himself.

the highline by diller scofidio.

just because

2010-08-20T01:51:00.000+01:00

this is pica. she belongs to ky's roommate, julia. she's the second best cat in the world.

girls

2010-08-20T01:48:00.001+01:00

kate,

aggy,

and i.

all doing something a little bit silly. this was ages ago when kate had just come home from six weeks in spain, and aggy and i spent the morning shopping for summer dresses because the bbc told us it was going to be a perfect day for sitting in the garden. they lied.

in the interim

2010-08-20T01:32:00.001+01:00

i've just had most of my new york films developed, and they're coming, don't you worry about that (i have a feeling this jet-lag is going to linger). also, the chronology is going to be weird because a) i like to do the film first and b) i didn't actually take that many digitals. but in the end that doesn't really matter does it? anyway, on with the show.

one day, i met ellie down in borough and it was only much later that i realised i'd become so accustomed to shooting cheap film that my camera was still set for ISO400. i quite like it though.

ellie and lexi lexington (lex luther).

another day i went to the southbank again, heading towards tatemod.

actually i think these are two separate occasions, because this is a derelict building near st paul's that i had been meaning to get off the bus and photograph for ages and i finally did on my way to tatemod (i remember, i walked) so it must have been a different day.

i just worked out what this reminds me of - an image from that old history of architecture textbook by nikolas pevsner. dad, you know the one. the colour and the quality are very fitting.

i should really stop taking my camera to the tatemod. i just keep taking the same photos over and over again.

that same building on the way home (see previous comment).

upon my return

2010-08-18T22:31:00.000+01:00

i discovered a tiny cat in my room

and the make-shift bandaid i fashioned from my old luggage tag.

more new york/chicago stuff to come.

filling you in

2010-07-15T12:10:00.002+01:00

mari paz and cristina...

making architecture...

...with sand and water from the thames.

stressful setup.

video presentation.

one of the shots i stayed up for.

sandcastle intervention.

the beginning of the next week : cement, sand, water, aggregate. we're going to make some architecture.

recently

2010-07-05T22:06:00.000+01:00

pretty light in knightsbridge...

near my house...

and in the fields.

BIONIC KITTY

2010-07-01T17:26:00.000+01:00

i just cannot get enough of this cat. as much as i find it moving and touching and all that, it's just so damn funny. i couldn't stop laughing. also makes me miss the sham, bien sur.

lazy

2010-06-30T20:18:00.002+01:00

i have some things to say about the dirty projectors, but i haven't mustered (mustard) the energy yet. maybe tomorrow.

ick

2010-06-27T17:25:00.000+01:00

it's hot. especially at work.

in the style of...

2010-06-22T23:18:00.000+01:00

i met juergen teller this evening at the v&a

it was great.

which witch

2010-06-20T22:22:00.000+01:00

i am magical; i willed my hair to be curly again today.

meh.

2010-06-15T17:25:00.000+01:00

this is about as close as i'm getting to the world cup - a distant observer of flags.

xxxxx

2010-06-05T23:40:00.001+01:00

hackney fun-times

2010-06-04T12:49:00.000+01:00

broadway, all gussied up for VE day. a few weeks ago now.

i finally, finally went to the geffrye museum the other day (after walking past it for about eighteen months now). they have the most glorious garden, filled with small girls making faces.

mallory and lou, up on a roof (mal's roof).

milkybar kids

2010-05-31T10:20:00.000+01:00

work.

sunny sunday

2010-05-23T17:47:00.000+01:00

perfect day for school-girl sandals

can't help myself.

2010-05-22T05:45:00.000+01:00

these are from my birthday.

at first i thought i hated them; they seemed a bit sloppy or something.

but now they've grown on me (especially this one).

vomit

2010-05-20T12:05:00.003+01:00

seriously though. as soon as i saw the words 'jean nouvel' i knew to be disappointed, but this exceeds everything awful i could have predicted. or maybe i'm just grumpy today. ick.
i especially like : "remind of classic british icons, such as the phone box or the London buses, while contrasting with the green of the park". wow. smart. (yeah, seriously grumpy. i can only hope to get my fix in venice)

oh joanna

2010-05-20T08:46:00.000+01:00

the third of my big, heartbreaking three (beirut, bill callahan and now joanna newsom). i am completely fulfilled.

the other one

2010-05-20T08:36:00.001+01:00

that finch on my right foot was trying to take off with my shoelace.

momentous

2010-05-17T21:03:00.000+01:00

this was relatively recently; not this wednesday just passed but the one before that.

wilton's.

pete!

the birds at the barbican! you weren't meant to take photos but i couldn't pass up this opportunity. the exhibition/installation was a room set up with amplified guitars, basses and cymbals full of these nesting zebra finches. my feet were covered in them at one point. we figured it was the coffee grounds they were after.

a week of spring.

2010-05-17T19:21:00.001+01:00

market day.

ky...

... and his nikon. and the banana bread i made.

one of many.

seaside

2010-05-17T19:04:00.001+01:00

countryside

2010-05-17T18:58:00.001+01:00

ages ago, when it was still winter, ellie and i trooped over to hampstead.

parliament hill, in the rain.

and the sun was back by the time we made it to old street.

birthday

2010-05-17T18:47:00.000+01:00

spring baby.

very green lunch at rochelle canteen.

irises and lilies from aggy.

self portrait at 24.

nerds

2010-05-16T19:32:00.004+01:00

been hanging out with ky, taking photos, so prepare for an onslaught of old information.

stuff.

2010-05-06T19:23:00.000+01:00

some photos from a while back.

mr puppy, no longer resident at albion dr.

dirty house.

rochelle school.

lloyds.

exploring

2010-05-06T14:27:00.000+01:00

another one of ky's from yesterday. and dad, well played!

birds

2010-05-06T09:00:00.001+01:00

hanging with ky at the barbican; seeing the birds (i'll explain later), taking some pictures, eating bananas.

trying to cram in as much quality time before he goes back to new york.

more again

2010-05-06T08:35:00.002+01:00

phase three. tom took off about another inch. hearing his plans for me, it's beginning to sound like one day he's just going to take it all off again. i stole this photo from ky.

cosmic music

2010-05-04T00:31:00.002+01:00

lovely. sometimes i think the internet is great.

io sono l'amore

2010-05-03T07:48:00.000+01:00

go and see i am love. right now.

genius(es)

2010-04-30T08:50:00.001+01:00

young patrick, ky and i ventured blindly down to elephant and castle yesterday. we bravely tackled the insane double round-a-bout and nonsensical subway system all for the great reward of the stanley kubrick archives.

out of so much (too much) information, i chose to look at a rough draft of nabokov's script for lolita, with kubrick's markings and pages and pages of notes. it was wonderful to see. so different from the finished product. and a reconfirmation of the genius of both men (but especially nabokov).

an example :

(stage directions) As if on cue, Quilty appears, crawling, blood-splattered, at the head of the stairs and subsides forever in a purple heap.