First you need to be familiar with Schrödinger’s cat experiment
in the ending of Thelma and Louise, we see the car go flying off the cliff but it never hits the, what we would assume to be, the bottom of the canyon
in the end of Inception the spinning top never topples and falls over and we don’t know if its reality or a dream
both movies cut and end never showing what happens.
its highly debatable as to what happens. Though if we follow the laws of quantum physics and Schrodinger’s cat
Thelma and Louise are both dead and alive
The top is both still spinning and has fallen over
The act of us observing it never changes the reality of the situation, as it is a fictitious reality. Its a quantum physics loop. eternally being both dead and alive.
an idea for a senior thesis paper for a film class and what would be a pretty fun paper to write
dwdesign are seriously my favorite illustrators and I hope you can see why. Their stuff is flawless. I need this poster in my life. I need all of their posters. They out did themselves with this one.
Screen printed poster for the anime Ghost in the Shell. Released and sold by Mondo at San Diego Comic Con today to celebrate the 25th anniversary of this classic. Being a big fan of the film it was a great honor to work with this.
had this bizarre dream, moments of King Kong, Blackfish, Jurassic Park, Jaws and Cloverfield. More like the best B-Movie ever made
in the very very distant future
we (humans) somehow capture an Alien Queen. We keep her in captivity, displaying her to all of humanity as our prized procession. We try to learn as much as we can from her. We take her on tour, from city to city displaying her in a glass tank of water as this somehow dilutes her senses and makes her less violent.
"That Bitch Can Swim" as she breaks free of the tank and makes it to the ocean.
Terrorizes an ocean liner cruise ship. Makes it to shore, its New York City where all hell breaks loose
ridley scott feel free to contact me
we played this game. well it wasn’t a game so much as a way to stay connected or at least feel connected no matter how far away we were.
She was in Toronto and I was in St. Louis. We would talk on the phone almost every night.
"Look at the moon." I had walked out onto my porch. This is how most nights went.
"I’m waving at it."
"I can see you waving. I’m waving back."
She was looking at the moon too, it didn’t matter where she was. Wherever she was she would look up to the sky and find the moon and at that exact same moment we were doing the exact same thing. This Earth which separates us physically, didn’t matter, we were always together on the moon.
We’d stare at the moon as intently as we would at each other. The moon our conduit, a single point in the sky that we could send telepathic messages across the globe. our own personal satellite.
This system did not work well during the day, the Sun is too bright, you’ll go blind staring at it too long, and the solar flares caused too much interference. So we would always wait till nightfall.
Phones to our ears and our eyes to the moon.
On the same day as Bike the Drive, I went on my own Bike The Drive, the newly renovated South Lake Shore Dr. near my house. What used to be the old South Work Steel Mill is now newly extended Route 41. Going from 79th street to 92nd.
it has for years just sat there, as an empty lot, only used once or twice for movies, (Chain Reaction, anyone? and secretly for practice runs for The Dark Knight lower wacker chase scene) and the Dave Matthews Caravan in 2011.
Future development is essential for the growth of my neighborhood. It thrived in the steel mill’s heyday during WWII, much of the steel was used for tanks, battleships, as well as in the skyscrapers in downtown Chicago. Generations of my family once worked there. It was steady, honest, hard and dangerous work. Once it closed it took more than just the jobs. But now that parts of it are open finally to the public I took my bike out on a ride and took some pics. As I have a love for abandoned industrial sites because it makes everything feel post-apocalyptic.