Since shooting this in September 2014, FOXTROTT has gone on to sign to prestigious record label indian.co.uk/ . We are happy to finally being able to share this labor of love.
A Street Parade Production
Directed by Kevin Calero [Street Parade]
Choreographer -Wynn Holmes [Street Parade]
Creative Director - FOXTROTT
Director of Photography - Kiel Milligan
Stylist - Avery Plewes
Assistant Stylist - Richard Autio
Hair + Make Up - Camelle Roza
Dancers - Chad Concepcion + Jossua Collin
1st AD - Vivian Lin [Midnight Print Studios]
1st Assistant Camera - Marianna Angotti
Gaffer - Anya Shore
Grip - Briana Blades
DMT - Lars Strand [Day1] + Alvin Sun [Day 2]
VFX - Marta Aguilar
Editor - Kevin Calero
Assistant Editor - Cedric Laurenty
Line Producer - Vivian Lin [Midnight Print Studios]
Production Coordinator - Andrea Reagan [Midnight Print Studios]
Producer - Nico Archambault
All music by - FOXTROTT
This piece is based on the famous and inspiring last sentence from Samuel Beckett's 'The Unnameable'.
Combining existential musings and the plight of Sisyphus, it is a meditation on (as Shakespeare would cast it) '...the question..'.
Ambivalence, conviction, certainty, endless toil, futility, purpose and the lack thereof... such is life.
'I can't go on, I'll go on...' is another excerpt from my up-coming installation work, '26 Suicides'.
26 Suicides is a 27 chapter, non-narrative new media installation art work. It is the personal and intimate testimony of my synesthetic life.
The 26 Suicides installation uses 10 audio (surround) sound channels and 8 video channels to deliver an enveloping, synesthetic experience.
The videos here on Vimeo are excerpts. They are single channel video with stereo audio, offering a taste of the installation.
Watch them if you are not afraid of dangerous modern art.
'You must go on.
I can't go on.
You must go on.
I'll go on.
You must say words, as long as there are any - until they find me, until they say me.
(Strange pain, strange sin!) You must go on. Perhaps it's done already.
Perhaps they have said me already.
Perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story.
(That would surprise me, if it opens.)
It will be I?
It will be the silence, where I am?
I don't know, I'll never know: in the silence you don't know.