Café Lumiere
We often went to the movies. The screen lit up and we trembled…But more often than not Madeleine and I were disappointed. The pictures were dated, they flickered. And Marilyn Monroe had aged terribly. It made us sad. This wasn’t the film we’d dreamed of. This wasn’t the total film that each of us had carried within himself...the film we wanted to make, or, more secretly, no doubt, that we wanted to live.
Paul, in Jean-Luc Godard’s Masculin‑féminin
Every time I travel back from college or randomly hop on a bus. I try understanding the subtle nature of how light and patterns reflect on our moods and affect our lives- consciously. I guess we are never aware of how much color is part of our lives. And at the same time, I try deciphering and comparing two distinct images from Cinema and Life. Sometimes, when I slightly tinge my pupil and look across; everything get’s out of focus and blurred at night. Cars, street lights, people, everything becomes an union of yellow, blue ...