I have been scouting around for interesting events and news, looking for inspiration to write a script for a documentary project required for my class. I somehow stumbled upon a familiar story of a particular individual, a rather eccentric one if I may say so, who lived on the cliffs of the hilly walkway leading up to Bondi beach. I remember seeing him a year ago and even two years ago when I used to take the occasional stroll from Coogee to Bondi. He lived in a makeshift tent stretched about 2 meters or so along the rocky cliffs. He was known as the Bondi Caveman, but preferred the name Jimmy ‘Two Hats’. I guess he was, as society would term it, a homeless man, or a ‘hobo’ or maybe even a ‘hippie’. His reputation spoke of his love for poetry, for nature and of course for the best possible view that lay right on the door step of what he calls ‘home’. It is interesting how reality as prescribed by the environment or conventions we live in can be contrasted so greatly by subjective reality. Jimmy’s reality opposed mine and almost everyone else’s perhaps because, I think, he lived in a world where those two mentioned realities dared to be more similar more explicitly intermingled than the ones we experience. He lived that hidden desire that some of us have, one that if we practiced it would take us away from civilization and lead us to the depths of the networks within our own individual selves. Jimmy was sent to prison last year after authorities who’d been wanting to take down his ‘home’ for years convicted him of rape. So of course a whole host of conspiracy theories and protests emerged on the internet. Looking at all those comments and fan sites on line, I wondered if he ever knew, being so detached from the world and all its extensive networks, that he was such a sensation. I thought of changing the facts a little for the documentary, I thought I’d say he died in prison, probably out of sheer depression or just inability to accept the kind of world we live in. I’d create a virtual reality, one convincing enough to actually let whoever watches it to believe that he really couldn’t take the imprisonment of his subjective reality, and in the reality dictated by our laws and conventions, he could not live anymore. I’ll set up my documentary to be one that merges all subjective, environmental and virtual realities.
Monthly Archives: March 2011
Media ecology – The New World
Media ecology, as I understand it, is living, viewing and experiencing media as the world itself. I remember finding myself in a rather difficult situation when attempting to explain to my mother who the famous TV personality Sascha Baron Cohen is, and why or how exactly is he a famous TV personality. Mr. Cohen seems to apply, to great extent, not just that privilege of living in two or three separate worlds but also that ability to have distinct identities in each of those worlds. Of course we all, in one way or another, share those privileges with the opportunities that the internet provides us with. Many of us re-create ourselves in that virtual domain or that ‘hyperreal ecological system’ (if I may call it so). The multiple duplications of ourselves that roam or that are paraded throughout that virtual system are prescribed with forms and identities that tend to vary, albeit to different degrees, from our actual selves. The creation of the alphabets, books and pens and the digital age of now, have magnified the importance of an interactive, interpersonal society. And the same interactivity that exists in our ‘real’ society, is also ever attendant in the society of the ‘hyperreal’. With the availability and accessibility that those creations have afforded us, and the existence of that all important interactivity, we’ve transformed ourselves into writers, comedians, filmmakers, song-writers and bloggers, that roam and parade ourselves throughout these two environments – that is one of the real and the other of the ‘hyperreal’. We are not too different from Mr. Cohen I think. The media has worked to become some sort of an alternate universe, an alternate reality for us that holds all the attributes and pre-requisites of a ‘real’ society. So much so that we’ve dared to define the age that we live in today as ‘digital’. A result of which is the legitimizing of the idea that media is, in many ways, viewed and experienced as the world itself.
Smokes, Screens and the Photographic Reality
It’s funny that the one word ‘advertising’, spotted somewhere within the 28 or so pages in this week’s reading, should bring to mind an image of Don Draper smoking his cigarette in a meeting room with tobacco producers. I feel somewhat guilty or even sad that my thoughts should be allowed to redirect themselves so quickly to such an image – a man (or an actor if we choose to call him so) from the present disguised as a 1950’s ‘ad-man’ to play his part in a ‘re-enactment’ of past events. If there’d been the words 1950s anywhere along that same line that carried the word ‘advertising’, who knows how many episodes and images of Madmen my memory would have dug up for play in my mind.
It also led me, somehow, to think of old photographs, those old grey-scaled or black and white ones, which I always find particularly interesting. Simply because they’re real, or at least there are the closest something to the real thing. Its difficult to imagine what living in those times, as seen in the photographs, would be like. Every time I tried I ended up picturing myself in a really grey… no DULL and grey place. That is only until I reminded myself that the dullness and greyness, were only the photographs, imprints of real events taken by some technology that very sadly was unable to capture the colours of the time. Yes, it is rather sad that we are never able to see that world in colour. And I think I speak for at least the rest of my generation when I say that all that re’stagings, re-enactments of those times, the period films and television programs like Madmen, are the ‘simulated’ realities that we are forced to settle for, just so we’d be able to remind ourselves that the world of our past was not an oddly dull, grey, black and white one.
The word ‘advertising’ pops up in the writer’s explanation of Beaudrillard’s ideas. This is the clip that popped up in my head.