Grief is uncontainable. It thrives in spirals free of end-of-the-night Tupperware container promises; it ebbs and flows in an existence that refuses compartmentalization; it is the pitchest of blacks, and that’s how it likes it. But grief is navigable. Though it can’t…
When Filmmaking Met YouTube: A Chat with Sammy Paul
Superficially, YouTube may seem only a few things. Challenge videos and all-caps click bait, tags and tours, and lots of #spon. There’s a unique and automatic association the public continuously makes with the video-sharing site, one that differs from those…