My name is Philippe. I live in Brooklyn, NY. I make documentary films. I'm unnecessarily tall and have a very Dutch face. I am prone to distraction. I am also prone to hyperbole. This is stuff I think is cool. Enjoy....

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Favorite album of the year so far is 1968’s Begin by The Millennium.  It’s a perfect afternoon outside so take your shirt off, put your cape on, and ride a tandem bike with young George Takei to the drive-in. 

Footage from the hippie-come-lately movie Josie’s Castle (1972). 

One sort of optional thing you might do is to realize that there are six seasons instead of four. The poetry of four seasons is all wrong for this part of the planet, and this may explain why we are so depressed so much of the time. I mean, spring doesn’t feel like spring a lot of the time, and November is all wrong for autumn, and so on.

Here is the truth about the seasons: Spring is May and June. What could be springier than May and June? Summer is July and August. Really hot, right? Autumn is September and October. See the pumpkins? Smell those burning leaves? Next comes the season called Locking. November and December aren’t winter. They’re Locking. Next comes winter, January and February. Boy! Are they ever cold!

What comes next? Not spring. ‘Unlocking’ comes next. What else could cruel March and only slightly less cruel April be? March and April are not spring. They’re Unlocking.

—Kurt Vonnegut (via michlko)

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