when looking through the photography of William James Broadhurst all i could think was the light! THE LIGHT! they really are extraordinarily beautiful photos, even though the subject matter is seemingly pretty mundane (actually my favourite kind of photography, and the mark of a great photographer). William is Australian, and very talented at only 23 years old. looking forward to seeing more from this guy. you can follow him on Flickr, Instagram & Tumblr.
Ellen Surrey is an illustrator from Los Angeles with a love of old Hollywood, California Modernism and classic Disney. she has amassed a vast collection of screenshots from classic movies, which she watches in her downtime, and has turned to them for creative inspiration…
last night i was half dozing on the couch after a long day, Anton was flipping through the channels, and somehow we got sucked into watching Anchorman 2. which is probably one of the silliest movies ever created. it’s pretty funny, even hilarious in parts, but what i loved the most was the 70s styling & costume design – especially the outfits that Veronica Corningstone wears.
you can probably tell by my extensive vintage archives that i love looking at old photos. if i visit someone’s home, even if they’re a complete stranger, and i find an old photo album lying around i can’t resist but page through it. i think it’s so sad that we can’t really do that now. i mean, i’m not going to go scroll through your Facebook albums – that’s just weird, and creepy. right?
last night i was lucky enough to see an advanced screening of Wes Anderson’s new film The Grand Budapest Hotel as part of the Design Indaba Film Festival. now, i must admit that i was pretty disappointed by his last film Moonrise Kingdom, so i didn’t get too psyched about this one. in fact, the trailer made me doubt the film just a little bit (another reason not to watch trailers, ever!) so i went in pretty excited – because it IS Wes Anderson after all – but wasn’t about to get my hopes up.
i just want you to please watch this short film.
Pounding the tarmac through the seasons, a band of runners are brazenly challenged with intimate questions as they pace their routes. Liberated from responsibilities, their guards drop dramatically, releasing funny and brutally frank confessions, and weaving a powerful narrative behind the anonymous masses. A film by Matan Rochlitz & Ivo Gormley.