Regé-Jean Page Instagram – DONT WAIT is free to watch on the BAC website as of NOW! Nov 1st -3rd It’s an intensely personal project about love in the face of despair. It’s a tender hurting sort of piece for a strange time, and I’m very proud of it and all the people who came together to make it. Link to film in bio x Gif by @helenmurraypix 📸

Regé-Jean Page Instagram – DONT WAIT is free to watch on the BAC website as of NOW!

Nov 1st -3rd

It’s an intensely personal project about love in the face of despair. It’s a tender hurting sort of piece for a strange time, and I’m very proud of it and all the people who came together to make it.

Link to film in bio x

Gif by @helenmurraypix 📸 | Posted on 01/Nov/2020 16:41:00

$Regé-Jean Page Instagram – (1/3) My father came to me in a dream in New York City one day. I was walking down a busy street at the time, so it was something of an inconvenience; but I hadn’t seen him in years, so I kept calm and carried on. I kept the rhythm of my steps, and I continued to avoid the fast moving obstacles of people and traffic. I began to hum to myself. It’s a thing I do to manage stress, or distress – which is an odd thing to identify upon re-uniting with your own dad, but it was present none the less – we hadn’t seen each other in over 15 years, and this was a waking dream after all. I hum to myself in the dentist’s chair when they get the drill out. Or anything else that buzzes menacingly, but they told me they don’t mind, and I think they and the assistants are quite amused by it. It beats screams. Though he did not buzz menacingly, I hummed to my father, there on 2nd Avenue, and he hummed back. He kind of resonated. Words rang out with great eloquence, but the consonants never formed. The words simply vibrated, and I tried to find harmony with them. Sometimes perfect 5ths, sometimes clashing 7ths and 4ths – sometimes in a uniform lockstep beat, in time with my heart or the steady pulse of unrelenting Empire State footsteps – ever forward and constant; other times in challenging cross rhythms and alternate timings that teeter on the brink of chaos, the very edge of loosing all apparent form before suddenly completing their cycle and resolving again into a perfect fractal image. In this way, we talked. I couldn’t tell you exactly what he said, and I wouldn’t, it was a private conversation after all – but he left me with a song. **** Soon after, a close friend, Jack Brown, had just gotten married, and text me a series of tender chords he’d strummed out on his honeymoon (he apologized for his playing in the voice note, explaining that he was unaccustomed to the ring on his finger, and it was making him stumble over the frets. I thought that was just about the most adorable thing I’d ever heard.) He wondered if I could do something unexpected with them. I kept humming around the streets of New York. ****** 📸 @zacharyfall$

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