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, Austria, 1997.
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
Outtakes from a mysterious project I am working on:
Sticker / postcard design for Swiss bossanova chanteuse, Eliane Amherd.
Personal tarot: Empress / Venus / Lamat
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 streamlining: a fluid shorthand we call grace...
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
Suspiciously he edges for the flask and sniffs it for truth—
“You’re a wretched smartass, Parker. A smartass—“
“I’m not Parker.”
“Then who in God’s Name?”
“Your Personal Assistant—“
“Godsblood! —What’s you’re goddamn name?”
The decision to proceed on a no-name basis is a flogged issue.
Obviously the battle lines had been pre-fabricated. Imagine Joan’s fury if she ever discovered she was dating Altman in her present incarnation (as me). As it turned out, it was a mistake: I had confused Robert Altman for Robert Aldrich. It didn’t matter: before long I was sans boyfriend: passed over for an existence that featured wife, condo and a grey mini-van. I was much consoled when a ...
I It is a crowded room or a quiet one always dimly lit and preoccupied in its demeanor and the clientele arrived in a symphony of gestures precise, practiced and postured a language we all understand…. Are you Curious? About the man sitting at the bar? When you walked into the room you both glanced up in the same moment gazes met unfazed you lowered your glance, so as not to be crass he ...