Young Kubrick.
How do I explain this without sounding nutty. No, I can’t. So, here it goes.
I grieved the loss of Stanley Kubrick, the artist, the visionary, when he died, but I also grieved the loss of never being able to meet the man, to tell him, “thank you for bringing stories to the world, bigger in scope than any novel, any prose, into a grand visual format — you helped me evolve how I communicate with the world. You made me want to make films, and though I haven’t yet, I have an obsession with preserving them, making them available to others. This language you helped me discover saved me in more ways than I can count.”
If I were ever to be lucky enough to work in the Stanley Kubrick archives, I could reach no higher professional peak. I know that I would bound out of bed each day filled to the brim with desire to help people delve into his materials, to unravel and marvel at the tapestry that is Kubrick’s body of work.
About
I have a long and varied internet past, but I find this humble little Tumblr is the best home for me right now. I like sharing good things with good people.
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