In 1908, Dr Julius Neubronner patented a miniature pigeon camera activated by a timing mechanism. The invention brought him international notability after he presented it at international expositions in Dresden, Frankfurt and Paris in 1909–1911. Spectators in Dresden could watch the arrival of the camera-equipped carrier pigeons, and the photos were immediately developed and turned into postcards which could be purchased.
There is so much I love so much about this. Yes, I want to own a pigeon and a pigeon camera.
My friends Cameron and Tyler organized a movie night at The Invisible Dog Art Center last night. I wasn’t sure what to expect from a movie that dates back to 1941. I admit, I was afraid it would be a tad bit too slow for my taste. But boy, was I wrong.
Sullivan’s Travels is a fantastic movie, that kept me on the edge of my seat and made me want to rewind a few times so I can write down some of the dialogues.
About the movie: Sullivan is a successful, spoiled, and naive director of fluff films, with a heart-o-gold, who decides he wants to make a film about the troubles of the downtrodden poor. Much to the chagrin of his producers, he sets off in tramp’s clothing with a single dime in his pocket to experience poverty first-hand, and gets some reality shock. Written by Bob Doolittle.
In 1990, Sullivan’s Travels was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant.” In 2007, the American Film Institute ranked it as the #61 Greatest Movie of All Time, the first inclusion of this film on the list. In addition, the movie’s poster was ranked as #19 of “The 25 Best Movie Posters Ever” by Premiere.
If you have a chance to watch it, please do. It’s time well spent.
“The first characteristic of New York, which impresses the stranger from abroad, and in a less degree from other American cities, is its atmosphere of breathless hast, its pervading sense of life keyed to an abnormal tension.”
“One direct consequence of this unending hurry, which the visitor is quick to feel, is a certain brusqueness and lack of civility as compared with other cities. Not that the great, motley, democratic middle class is deliberately rude to strangers; it simply lacks the time for the little courtesies of life, and grudges two words where one can be made to answer.”