’manufactured monsters for mutual murder, hideous hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. The poor man starves while they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their purblind pomp of pelf and power. But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev .…… Continue reading Why Joyce’s Leopold Bloom still matters
I shot this on May 8th on a bright and sunny day in Athens. Of course I tipped him and asked for permission to film.