RIP Seijun Suzuki. Perhaps Zigeunerweisen (1980) made little sense but it was a thing of beauty and I recall the saddening madness of A Tale of Sorrow and Sadness (1977) and the pulp fun ofYouth of the Beast (1963).
Facebook tells me we met seven years ago but "a little bird told me" we really met more than that and at the back of an Orchard Road building and several years later, again on a film set.
To paraphrase Nabokov, you are one of the few "I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds."
(Added this photo to post in 2017, post-DEMONS)
RIP Abbas Kiarostami. With every viewing of your films, your love letters to Iran and to Life itself - all of its happenings and miracles however minute, the narrowest of streams trickling through vast fields of gold, then the wind, life and everything else -, the sense of humanity and the beauty in everyday things they affirm, shook something within me.
As you unearthed in Life and Nothing More, "Well, to continue being alive is also an art. I suppose it's the most sublime art of all."
The wind carries you forth now. Thank you for your cinema.