Inspired by Caroll Reed’s postwar film classic, The Third Man— Third Girl is a stranger in strangeland under strange circumstances… A skewed, shadowy meditation on foreigness and the urban psyche. Written and performed by Onome Ekeh with Knut Asdam and Simple Text (background vocals) Originally presented at the UKS Fortum: Bricks & Kicks Festival, Vienna,...
“Sometimes the soul takes the shape of a separate entity; you recognize yourself as a reflection and thus become enlightened—”
I told him I would stick to espresso.
Just completed the latest Featurezoo showreel, and once more I’ve prevailed on the lush talents of Marilyn Carino and Benny Cha Cha—collectively known as Mudville to provide an appropriately hypnotic soundscape…
Indulging my love for Yamamoto: Couture postcard experiment with the Yohji Yamamoto Fall 2011 collection. Music “Funky Genius” by Dragons of Zynth. http://www.myspace.com/dragonsofzynth Stills via Style.Com ©2011 onome ekeh/ featurezoo
In the midst of our Thanksgiving Dinner the bell rang. We froze. My younger brother got up. He had become the elected “welcome” official in these times, as he was a newly ordained Jesuit priest. No one would dare lay a finger on him. He came back to the dining room,
“It’s for you, a friend...
Outtakes from a mysterious project I am working on:
Technology as human prosthesis is clunky and inelegant. Ideally technology is a means of observing process, human function—to improve it. Technology is a kind of mirror, playback. So think of it this way: when a performer (for example and actor or dancer) responds to playback (as a form of critique), what results is an efficient...
Created for Mother’s Day: THANK YOU, MOTHERS. EVERYWHERE. from FEATUREZOO on Vimeo. A Mother’s Day missive from Featurezoo– http://featurezoo.net Music excerpted from “Golden Age” by Sonnymoon http://www.sonnymoonmusic.com/
(utter silence amplifying the booming of my heart)
terminal velocity is an almost meaningless idea
It is Margaret who answers the door. Her face falls immediately, I instantly recognize the extent of the sabotage— I am no longer fat—or chubby enough to enforce the hierarchy of the skinny.... But wait! All is not lost yet—I’m sure some alternative humiliation will be dispatched toute de suite to put me in...