Beautiful, interesting, incredible cinema.

In Shelly Silver’s Things I Forget to Tell Myself, a fragmented textual statement is interspersed with imagery culled from NYC, much of it cropped by the camera operator’s outstretched hand.
In Shelly Silver’s Things I Forget to Tell Myself, a fragmented textual statement is interspersed with imagery culled from NYC, much of it cropped by the camera operator’s outstretched hand.