Storage spaces are strange half-way points, full of pieces of different people, conflated. A place to meet a past on borrowed time, a place that swallows all the old versions of you and slowly digests them with dust. It becomes unclear which parts of this archive belong to you and what has folded into someone else. Indistinguishable forms and masses with a name on them, some sunbleached or broken, hold moments that you were only a partial witness to.
Emilee Robinson
Director, Writer
My Mom Jayne80%
John Candy: I Like Me78%
The Class of ‘9271%
Night Will Fall76%
The Cheshire Murders65%
Public Speaking70%
Directed by John Ford70%
Trainwreck: The Real Project X59%
Sherman's March67%
180° South72%
Love, Marilyn66%
I Am Heath Ledger74%
Elstree 197661%
The U.S. vs. John Lennon67%
In the Realms of the Unreal71%
Above Majestic73%
Tabloid64%
As I Was Moving Ahead, Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty77%
A Plastic Ocean75%
Spider-Man: All Roads Lead to No Way Home67%
