This is the old documentary from 1966 about the real Lord of the Flies. The six castaway boys surviving on Ata Island in Tonga (Channel 7 in Australia)The st...
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This is the old documentary from 1966 about the real Lord of the Flies. The six castaway boys surviving on Ata Island in Tonga (Channel 7 in Australia)The st...
Destination unknown - A Cinemagraph motorbike trip Munich, end of october, 11.30 am, 7 degrees, drizzling rain. Not the ideal conditions for a roadtrip. But since I bought my Ducati Scrambler only some months ago, this was the first opportunity this year. Packed a few clothes, my camera and headed westwards. No schedule, just ride, shoot cinemagraphs and go with the flow. Destination unknown. Quickly i realized this was going to be a tough experience. After 400 freezing and wet kilometers I found shelter for the first night at Lichtquell Haus in the Schwarzwald area. Unable to feel my body anymore, i was constantly thinking about giving up and turning back home. But as the next morning welcomed me with sunshine, i decided to really start that journey.
Over the past 15 months of travelling from Europe to Asia and beyond have I been taking some cinemagraphs (or commonly known as ‘gifs’). In other words; created compositions of a still image and a video.
Visions of “lost cities” in the jungle have consumed western imaginations since Europeans first visited the tropics of Asia, Africa and the Americas. From the Lost City of Z to El Dorado, a thirst for finding ancient civilisations and their treasures in perilous tropical forest settings has driven innumerable ill-fated expeditions. This obsession has seeped into western societies’ popular ideas of tropical forest cities, with overgrown ruins acting as the backdrop for fear, discovery and life-threatening challenges in countless films, novels and video games. Throughout these depictions runs the idea that all ancient cities and states in tropical forests were doomed to fail. That the most resilient occupants of tropical forests are small villages of poison dart-blowing hunter-gatherers. And that vicious vines and towering trees – or, in the case of The Jungle Book, a boisterous army of monkeys – will inevitably claw any significant human achievement back into the suffocating green whence it came. This idea has been boosted by books and films that focus on the collapse of particularly enigmatic societies such as the Classic Maya. The decaying stone walls, the empty grand structures and the deserted streets of these tropical urban leftovers act as a tragic warning that our own way of life is not as secure as we would like to assume.
And there in a small island of space, sitting at a scarred old desk heaped with Rolodexes, vinyl 45s, crumpled trash and random novelty items, was the white-haired emperor of this extraordinary domain. When he said, “Fat people can’t come in here,” he was not stating a policy. He was describing a physical reality. Levinson and I were of average girth, but the only way we could fit through the aisle to Shively’s desk was to turn sideways and shuffle.
Back in 2019, I deleted my Instagram of over 4,000 followers. I was spending SO much time on the app dealing with comparison and rarely spending any time alo...
It’s been a long time (463 days as of this writing) since I last sat in a big, darkened room with strangers to experience a grand entertainment on the big screen (in that case, Cats). I truly hope to do so again soon—but sadly, I don’t know if that’s going to happen this summer, as I’d like to wait to do so until my kids can get vaccinated. And that’s a shame, because there is nothing quite like seeking a respite from punishing summer heat within the frigid confines of a movie theater—especially if you’re there to watch something big, loud, and over-the-top.
In this video we take a look at how to use and accessorize an iPad Pro in a small home studio (for video & audio editing). Also watch: "Which is the Best iPad for Video Editing?" https://youtu.be/59X1PicJAxk
When a group of schoolboys were marooned on an island in 1965, it turned out very differently to William Golding’s bestseller, writes Rutger Bregman
According to the Mirrorthis link opens in a new tab, the pair were honeymooning in Sri Lanka last December when they checked into their beachside hotel and went to the bar to have a few cocktails to celebrate their wedded bliss. While there, the couple struck up quite the friendship with the hotel’s staff, including one of the bartenders. On their very first night, the couple revealed, they took a bottle of rum to the beach with the bartender and drank the night away. During the drinking session, the bartender shared that the current hotel owner’s lease would soon be up. So, Lee and Lyons decided right then and there that they should take it over. And all it cost them was $39,500. "After finding out that it was £10,000 a year, myself and Mark thought that it would be a brilliant idea to buy it - because we were so drunk,” Lyons told the Mirror. "Now, almost a year on from our drunken idea, we own the hotel and have started doing the hotel up and making it ours."