Hold My Hand

 

“Hold My Hand” is the latest offering from Black Dog Films as part of the ongoing creative relationship between them and music producer and DJ James Lavelle.

The film was spontaneous, almost guerrilla like in its conception and execution, done in 24 hours and featuring the phenomenal performance artist Miss Crash, a friend of Lavelle’s.

“We were interested in the power of the performer and her sexuality rather than the titillation of the audience. Observing her and her pre show process, what she puts herself through to prepare for this incredible show, its really intimate. It was great to get a sneaky look behind the curtain at that. To gain access to see her in a way the audience doesn’t. Trying to capture that.”

This is the second video to “Hold My Hand” and was approached as a visual remix of the song.

“We often remix and remaster old records but rarely do we go back and remix videos. Sometimes we get videos wrong but as the visual identity of UNKLE and everything I do is so important I wanted to revist this song and give it a new lease of life”

Directed by
James Copeman, James Lavelle & Ben Newbury

Black Dog/RSA Films

Special Thanks to
Miss Crash
David Nickelson
Aneta Von Cyborg
Sampa Von Cyborg
Alan Pelling
Rich Young
Big Buoy

http://www.unkle.com
http://www.blackdogfilms.com
http://www.jameslavelle.co.uk

Leda

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by Marcela Bolivar

Leda and the Swan

W. B. Yeats1865 – 1939

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
                    Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?