Instead Of Just Looking Back, Whiplash-style, I

Because There's Just So Much In A Day Now, I Keep Writing In Much More Abstract Terms, Like I Don't Try To Write About What Happened Anymore. It Would Be Impossible.

For Me, The Best Part Is People Who Watch The Movie And Tell Me It Inspired Them To Collaborate With Their Friend Who's A Photographer Or Filmmaker.

If You Calculate Every Single Thing You Could Possibly Need In Your Life, You Would Need No More Than 200 People To Keep All That Afloat: A Doctor, Food, Wine, Cheese-eating Friends, The Person Who Makes Paper, The Shoemaker.

I'm In The Countryside Outside Of Paris, In A Beautiful Old Manor House. The Studio Is In The Basement, But We Decided To Set Everything Up In The Old Parlor And Dining-room Area So We Can Look At Each Other And (at) The Sunshine Coming Through The Stained-glass Windows. It's Pretty Idyllic, And I Think It's Spoiling Me. I'll Have To Go Back To Regular Life After This.

I Love Storms And How The Whole House Shakes. When I Was A Kid, There Would Be Lots Of Thunder And Lightning Storms, And They Would Knock The Electricity Out. We Had This Oil Lantern That Had Been In My Grandfather's Homestead At The Turn Of The Century, Before There Even Was Electricity. He'd Bring It Down Off The Top Shelf, And We'd Always Play Cards.