Author Archives: Anna Pinchuk

This afternoon I had nothing to write about.  I felt like I was cheating, picking the films that affected me only to try and find something musically pleasing (or perhaps horridly displeasing?) in order to ascribe the film’s success to … Continue reading →

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In 2011 the Cannes Film Festival highlighted a return journey eighteen years in the making, the color restoration of Georges Méliès Le voyage dans la lune.  The original journey occurred more than 100 years before Cannes decided to honor the French magician.  It all … Continue reading →

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There’s this story. In the 1920’s Marc Chagall stood in the corridor of a Parisian flat––riveted––as blood leaked out from the rooms of Chaim Soutine. Overtaken by fear Chagall  vaulted out of the building shouting, “Someone has killed Soutine!” “Someone … Continue reading →

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Some of my most gratifying musical relationships have been incidental.  I am not really talking about what we “discover” when listening to the radio because it’s hard to call it that.  As if the the discovery is more ours and … Continue reading →

Rain is an inertia that takes my whole body. As it drizzles I slump, curving against the side of the car door. I am dry so it must be interior versus exterior, serendipity versus murphy’s law.  When it’s like this my … Continue reading →