Sleepwalkers, Night 12
It was great to see so many people out enjoying Sleepwalkers tonight. At first I thought that it was because of MoMA's family night, but then I realized that there weren't that many children watching the installation. I guess it's just that the word is out. Excellent.
I really wasn't moved to take too many pictures tonight, but not because I wasn't moved. Exactly the opposite. It was a night for immersion and silence. Which is exactly where the night started: Silence. Or, actually, the lack of it. Out of curiosity I thought I'd try a little experiment with a couple different soundtracks. Ha. Silly boy. I didn't make it past one. I even thought I'd ease into it with some drones from Thomas Koner. I was a little surprised how wrong it felt to be hearing anything other than the sounds of the city while I was watching the films. I had a thirsty ear for those sounds within two minutes. The iPod went back into my pocket and I let it flow.
On the wildly small world front . . . later that night I met a friend at a bar in Brooklyn. He ran into someone he hadn't seen in 15 years. Turns out that his long lost pal was (the very entertaining) Anne Hubbell, who happens to be the KODAK rep that hooked up Aitken with the film stock for Sleepwalkers. What are the odds? I don't know, but I'll take 'em.