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And then there was color. I think this one really came alive in color. The space really filled out well. It's almost like we, as the viewer are really there, inside the room with all this madness and are witnessing the greatest film shoot in the history of the planet. Or, just watching some horrible porn shoot that will be posted onto the internet and forgotten about. Not unlike Gooby. Actually, now that I mention that nightmare, I feel like the poster should be included in the poster section in the back. But I'll get to that later. No, now is fine. Tim and I decided that the posters in the back could represent the directors finer films. In real life, he did not direct both "Soul Plane" and "Dude, Where's My Car," but in T&J world, anything is possible. We wanted to think of some of the worst films that we could think of that this thing directed. So these made the top of the list. I've only seen one of them once but couldn't even make it through due to projectile vomit. I also included "Dune" which is a David Lynch movie. I usually really enjoy Lynch's films, but this one was unwatchable. I thought it might be fun and ridiculous, like "Starship Troopers" but instead it was clunky and slow and then Sting appears and I had to turn it off. The only poster that is actually a good film is the one that is pretty much obscured by the smoking girl, and that is "Coffee and Cigarettes" by Jim Jarmusch. I'm not saying that it's the greatest films, it has some good moments and some really terrible parts. Maybe our director here directed the shitty parts. I included it because I liked the ampersand. It fit into the equation quite nicely, I think. Finally, there is the one directly behind the ashtray holding woman. That is not a movie poster. In this instance, it could be a poster or it could be a window. In any case, it is a picture I had taken last winter with my first roll of film with the Holga. I have included Holga pictures before. I just think they fit into these drawings really well. You can see the Williamsburg Bridge in the background and some snow in the foreground. And, although I like this photo, if one were to read itno it too much, you would come to the conclusion that this whole film set is in Williamsburg and thus, hipster nonsense. Some wannabe Cecil B. Demented with a fancy App on his camera that makes it all look old and crusty. "It's not porn, it's art." he would say. How avant-garde! I have attached the original picture for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!