It was 2006. Dusty and sweltering in Hanoi. I was hacking it as a travel writer after quitting 4 jobs in 5 years post graduation.

Vietnamese television piped only a few English language stations through the Star Asia network at the time.  CNN International. Star Movies. MTV. It was the final days where music videos could ask for advertisers’ loose change.

On a loop every 45 minutes was Korn, Jay-Z, Robbie Williams, James Blunt, Jack Johnson, Jamie Cullum and Oasis.

I watched this Oasis video of “Let There Be Love” whenever it came on. The fan whirred half-heartedly. The flies too tired to fly. I, mesmerized.

Lyrical.

The lyrics were treacle, but the video was on point. This was the tail end of Oasis’s greatness as a band. Already there were signs of fracture. But in slow motion and black and white, everything is sublime.

My idled brain rewound and fast forwarded the video daily, sculpting it to my own tastes, trying to pick the lock at why I was fascinated by a bland pop song.

Augmented chords were always a favorite of mine.  The bridge was a welcomed shock to the general malaise of the melody. The lyrics had bits of  imagery to float despite the heavy sentimentality: “hole in the sky”, “world come undone at the seams”.

There was a point after the first verse where you expected a reversion back to the initial hook — but instead, the chord progression kept climbing and climbing and up and up until it just grazed the canvas. I’m reminded of that scene in the Truman Show where Jim Carrey sailed the boat as far out as he could, survived the storm and crashed into the very real, very tangible horizon. I could imagine the band saying “fuck it, let’s just get to the climax sooner than later” when they composed the song.

Perhaps I liked the start of things too much. The “let there be love” refrain was the weakest part of the song - but how the song started, with the lyrical imagery, with the off-melody, with the confident, even aggressive, attitude of “Here I am, everyone is at class, but I’m sitting outside smoking a cigarette contemplating bigger things”, worked. The beginning 1/3 saved the rest.

If I heard it on the radio, I wouldn’t be captivated.  There’s a reason why music videos were so popular in the 90s that goes beyond the mechanics of technology or distribution: as media objects, they’re wonderful pieces of emotional narrative. The visuals grabbed me then, as they do now. This video was one of the early markers in my adult life, and it pointed me toward a love affair with photography and video ever since. 

I loved most the shots of undulating crowds. Alone in my Hanoi apartment, I missed the US - my friends, my family, my culture - terribly.  And I missed my college years, even then. Already, nostalgia was a blanket I carried too comfortably. I missed having friends nearby. To belong. The crowds, frenzied in real time, was rapturous in slow motion.

There was a funny bit at the climax where only the legs of a guy upside down in the mosh area was visible. What was going through the director’s mind there?

The song was aspirational. Preachy even. The band, disintegrating. The crowds didn’t care. The video got to the essence.

2006 was a good year.

And if the world blow up
Next life, we do it all over
Uh, yeah, let’s toast to the memory
I wrote my name in the sky, so remember me

As I work right now, I look and think “holy shit, those designs are shitty.”  I’ve never been one of those do it once and it comes out perfect person. What I write, I hate the first, fifth, tenth and twentieth time. What I design, I hate forever. What I release, I’m … reluctant. But yeah, if I really consider it, that’s failure, and failure is just another way of experimenting, of forward progress, of blowing things up and starting it —- not over, but again and anew, anew because maybe when its the fiftieth iteration, when you’ve got the chance and also the balls to keep at it for the 10,000 hours and 66 straight days, when you are fortunate to have the time and place and money opportunity to do it — drive is the least of your concerns because it’s the one thing in your control…

It also helps to have a good soundtrack, in these adventures through failures, as in life.

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This photograph, part of Shadi Ghadirian’s “Qajar” series, shows a young woman posing with an object banned under the Iranian Revolution. It’s one work out of many which will be shown at an exhibit at Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts that features the work of 12 women photographers from the Middle East. There’s a lot to learn here.
Image: © Shadi Ghadirian

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americanphoto:

This photograph, part of Shadi Ghadirian’s “Qajar” series, shows a young woman posing with an object banned under the Iranian Revolution. It’s one work out of many which will be shown at an exhibit at Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts that features the work of 12 women photographers from the Middle East. There’s a lot to learn here.

Image: © Shadi Ghadirian

An image is worth a chapter.