Tech Noir

Golden Exits (2017)

‘Wondering if you're happy is a great shortcut to just being depressed.'

‘Choose... designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you've never met. Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don't look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging, from your first wank 'til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who've had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it's better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody's fucking kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you'd done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there'll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead. Choose life.’

Are you with me? ...  All the way.

‘I think that to be really really good you have to come from some place inside that I'm just not sure I have.’ 

Dear followers,

It has been five years since I started this blog. What started as an interesting experiment has grown to a big project.

Over the years I discovered my own creativity through this blog, the response from you has been amazing; even overwhelming at times. It opened doors I didn’t even knew existed before. 

It gave me so much confidence and set me on the right path in my life. A couple of years ago I started shooting my own material which presented me with a whole new set of challenges, and enabled me to develop even more.

But right now I have to be honest with myself, the creation of cinemagraphs for this blog have become more of a task than a challenge, there’s no more to learn and it’s starting to hold me back. 

So I made a hard decision: no more regular updates for Tech Noir. (This doesn’t mean no more posts ever, I will create one whenever I feel like it, but the frequency of posts will be much lower.) I want to thank you so much for all your positive feedback and attention in the last five years. I am forever grateful.

Thank you!

‘The more I paint the more I like everything.’

‘Where am I when I'm not in reality or in my imagination? Here's my new pact to the world: it must be sunny at night and snowy at August. Great things end, small things endure. Society must become united again instead of so disjointed. Just look at nature and you'll see that life is simple. We must go back to where we were to the point where you took the wrong turn. We must go back to the main foundations of life without dirtying the water. What kind of world is this if a madman tells you must be ashamed of yourselves?’

‘Didn't you know beforehand how the world of men is? Sometimes we have to let go of the things we like. What you like, others will also like.’

‘You shouldn't have come back, Flynn.’

‘You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that's what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant... oh, fuck it.’

‘For every shadow, no matter how deep, is threatened by morning light.’

‘My name is Shosanna Dreyfus and THIS is the face... of Jewish vengeance!’

‘The clocks stopped at one seventeen. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. I think it's October but I can't be sure.’

‘Subject, Karl Ruprecht Kroenen. Born in Munich, 1897. Suffered from a masochistic compulsion commonly known as "surgical addiction". Both eyelids surgically removed, along with his upper and lower lip, making speech impossible. The blood in his veins dried up decades ago. Only dust remains.’ 

‘I don't want to be like them. They want to be like me.’

‘Is anyone seeing this?’