"Jag brukar gå förbi min grannes pool på vintern, bara en tom skål med dammigt kakel. Föreställ dig att du står där i mitten och så börjar plötsligt poolen fyllas med vatten. Innan du vet ordet av drunknar du."
Whether it's in a drone tracking shot or the referential pastiche of Tarantino and Wes Anderson, Coutard's vision of hyper-staged naturalism is everywhere.
"I keep seeing my neighbor's pool in winter, just an empty bowl of dusty blue tiles. Imagine standing in the middle of that, when suddenly, the pool fills up. In an instant, you're drowning."
Bipolar, depression, anxiety—these don't seem to be conducive to employability. Looking back on my best firings, a clear pattern emerges.
Stand-up is basically an acceptable form of public self-harm. As someone who thinks a lot about self harm, it's one place I feel accepted.
A manic episode is like a frenzied bukaki party in my head, and I'm all the participants at once.
It still shocks me when people react negatively to my stealing. I guess part of the horror/beauty of mental illness is the totally blinkered relationship you develop with risk. Getting busted doesn't even occur to me.
Koko is a medical student who was volunteering at a refugee camp on the Thai/Myanmar border. Sometimes she had to operate on guys who had tried gaining an inch with a tub of oil and a syringe.