I was captivated by Francis Alys in my late teens — the film ‘making’ takes a backseat, it is there only as the medium to receive the work — which creates something different entirely. It always reminds me to play and to be less precious.

Anything by Lynne Ramsay. But here’s the trailer to the unbelievably special ‘Morvern Callar’.

Not a film. But a book that made me want to make. Provocative. Honest. Queer. Political. A portal to a crucial time. But here’s an excerpt from ‘Fire In My Belly’ — one of his unfinished films (which was removed by conservatives from the National Gallery… sometimes people just don’t get it yet!)

The collaborative era of PJ Harvey and Maria Mochnaz. All the work they made together informed so much of what I now know collaboration can be. PJ was big teen obsession for me. The work is so distinctly the lens of two women — and what joy they can conjure together, despite budget, despite industry nonsense.

Proof that there are no rules to film-making and how we provoke response, emotion, empathy from an audience.

There are a million great music videos of this era. But — all the kids are street cast Slipknot fans. They did a lot of interesting ways of re-perceiving early 2000’s fandom including a suspended Perspex box of moshing teens as an installation at their show. I like how you can take one idea and actualize it across different parts of your practice.

Feels so integral to a generation. Girls kissing felt important albeit a complicated context. I can still feel this movie when I’m on Hollywood Boulevard — special works live in your memory of a place.

One of the first movie posters I had on my wall.

Another homo movie by Gregg Araki as he so rightly coined. Early, restless, queer, teenage chaos. Perfection.