One inspiration walk, twenty thousand footsteps, dappled sunlight, gushing rivers, wind in trees, Canadian geese, weather-beaten horses and one nonchalant mountain goat, clearing mist, a moment of clarity.
Our ode to West Coast Americana cinema. In one shot.
One shot wonder, a cast of Hollywood archetypes, West Coast modernist homes, a cadillac, a familiar plot in new aesthetic, years of cinema-going condensed into two compelling minutes.
Some dude in some motel room, with nothing to kill but time.
A solitary hotel room, a lovable loser, fast food scattered across cheap carpets, day time TV, extra large soda, an empty fridge, a wasted afternoon.
Lost Hope is an adventure into the midnight city.
Morning mist against wooded shores, thousands of miles of cables against blue evening sky, ethereal streaks of light across abandoned rail, a haunting, unpeopled series of landscapes.