#Lawrence Napper

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The Douai Martyrs is a name applied by the Catholic Church to 158 Catholic priests trained in the English College at Douai, France, who were executed by the English state between 1577 and 1680.[2]

History

Having completed their training at Douai, many returned to England and Wales with the intent to minister to the Catholic population. Under the Jesuits, etc. Act 1584 the presence of a priest within the realm was considered high treason. Missionaries from Douai were looked upon as a papal agents intent on overthrowing the queen. Many were arrested under charges of treason and conspiracy, resulting in torture and execution. In total, 158 members of Douai College were martyred between the years 1577 and 1680.[1] The first was Cuthbert Mayne, executed at Launceston, Cornwall on the 29 November 1577. [3] The last was Thomas Thwing, hanged, drawn, and quartered at York in October 1680.[4] Each time the news of another execution reached the College, a Solemn Mass of thanksgiving was sung.

Many people risked their lives during this period by assisting them, which was also prohibited under the Act. A number of the "seminary priests" from Douai were executed at a three-sided gallows at Tyburn near the present-day Marble Arch. A plaque to the "Catholic martyrs" executed at Tyburn in the period 1535 - 1681 is located at 8 Hyde Park Place, the site of Tyburn convent.[5]

They were beatified between 1886, 1929 and 1987, and only 20 were canonized in 1970. Today, British Catholic dioceses celebrate their feast day on 29 October.[1]

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Beardyman ft Joe Rogan - 6am (Ready to Write) from Ian Pons Jewell on Vimeo.

Artist - Beardyman ft. Joe Rogan Label - Sony Music + RCA

CREW

Director - Ian Pons Jewell Executive Producer - Medb Riordan Executive Producer - Simon Cooper Executive Producer - Leah Joyce Founder Radioaktive Film - Darko Skulsky EP Radioaktive Film - Sasha Bevka Commissioner - Elena Argiros Producer - Ash Lockmun Line Producer - Olya Kosenko Director of Photography - Mauro Chiarello Production Designer - Robin Brown Casting Director - Kharmel Cochrane Casting Director - Sergey Ristenko Storyboard Artist - Joseph Strachan Stylist - Staysa Monastyrskaya Location Manager - Dima Mikhailov 1st AD - Gryts Makarenko

Production Manager - Antonia Vickers Production Manager - Julia Sotnikova Production Assistant - Ella Girardot Production Assistant -Volodymyr Altsybeev Directors Assistant - George Daniell Bidding Producer - Georgina Smith Set Runner - Tolik Koval 1st AC - Kirill Shlyamin Steadicam - Max Salo Gaffer - Leo Sidorenko DIT/VTR - Valik Grib aka Mushroom Sound - Dennis Ryskal Art Director - David Kharaishvili Make Up - Marta Skalska Prop Master - Vasya Tkachuk Style Assistant - Dasha Lisyn Style Assistant - Kostya Goncharuk

CAST

Hero Guy - Jack Morris Sofa Guy - Dima Nalivayko Sofa Girl- Vera Koval Girl in Car 1 - Esther Brown Girl in Car 2 - Joana Garcia Guy in Car 1 - Thomas Ngegba Guy in Car 2 - Alex Dubrova Guy in Car 3 - Pasha Gots Work Out Brother 1 - Andrii Ostapenko Work Out Brother 2 - Dmytro Ostapenko Work Out Brother 3 - Yura Ostapenko Coke Devil - Zhenia Skizov Bedroom Girl - Alla Pryadko Pigeon Man - Tsoy Andriy Dandruff Man - Pavel Evchin Screaming Lady - Nina Galena

POST PRODUCTION

Edit - Whitehouse Post Editor - Tobias Suhm Assistant Editor - Steven Waltham Producer - Antonia Porter Executive Producer - Annabel Bennett Post Production - Electric Theatre Collective Producer - Alasdair Patrick, Sam Napper Creative Director - James Sindle  Colourist - Luke Morrison CG Coordinator - Larisa Covaciu Sound Design - Tim Harrison & Seb Bruen at Aumeta Additional Sound Design - Jim Stewart & Lawrence Kendrick at String & Tins 2D Lead - Alex Grey  2D Artists - Adam Woolrich, Adrian Monroy 2D Artists - Alberto Pizzocchero, Alex Kennedy

2D Artists - CJ Gaikwad, Daniel Manning 2D Artists -Nicola Borsari, Ozgur Taparli 2D Artists - Flavio Kawamoto, Ryan Knowles, Stirling Archibald 3D Lead - Nick Turner  3D Artists - Alex Berweck, Dean Robinson, Elpida Kyriacou 3D Artists - Jake Cross, Jeffery Edo-Benson, Marko Mamula 3D Artists - Paul Cousins, Robert Reinschedl, Sergio Moralez 3D Artists - Roly Edwards, Thanos Kousis, Will Preston 3D Artists - James Waterhouse, Felix Chan, George Savvas 3D Artists - Stuart Whelbourn, Tobin Brett, Stuart Turnbull 3D Artists - Eddy Martinez, Adam Ledger, Florian Mounie 3D Artists - Ivan Xavier, Karin Mattson, Mack Knights 3D Artists - Jon Park, Remy Herrise, Toby Williams Ellis Rigger - Greg Martin Concept Artist - Romain Thirion

SPECIAL THANKS TO

Reset Content Jon Adams

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Thing Aloud About Film with Pamela Hutchinson on Hippfest

Thing Aloud About Film with Pamela Hutchinson on Hippfest

photo credit: hippfest.co.uk Hippfest is how fans and admirers endearingly refer to the Hippodrome Silent Film Festival that takes place annually at Scotland’s oldest cinema – The Hippodrome, built in 1912, in Bo’ness. Under Alison Strauss’ guidance, the festival has become a force internationally, bringing to the UK newly discovered or newly restored silent classics, and presented in a varied…

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TOP HAT (1935) dir. Mark Sandrich

“It [Top Hat] offers you an idea of an exciting physical encounter with a member of the opposite sex that is pleasurable. And the dance to a certain extent is a kind of seduction. So you get these dance sequences where at the beginning she’s slightly resistant, [but then] he does a few taps and she sort of moves forward [and] she sort of mirrors him a bit. But by the end of a number like Cheek to Cheek […], she’s completely submissive to him; she’s striking poses, she’s doing all of those jumps where she’s actually supported by him [and] she physically couldn’t do them if he wasn’t there supporting her in those dance moves. You could think of the dance as a kind of metaphor for sex. […] There’s that bit where she swoons […], and we all know what’s happened there.” (Lucy Worsley and Lawrence Napper, A Very British Romance with Lucy Worsley BBC)

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Pictures of Lili: The Golden Butterfly & the 4th Kennington Bioscope Silent Film Weekend

Pictures of Lili: The Golden Butterfly & the 4th Kennington Bioscope Silent Film Weekend

This is a guest post for Silent London by Michelle Facey, a member of the programming team at the Kennington Bioscope.

There are many treats coming up in the 4th Kennington Bioscope Silent Film Weekend 8 & 9 September 2018, held at our beloved Cinema Museum, the Jewel of Lambeth. From Canadian canine capers with wonder dog Rin Tin Tin, putting his best paw forward to start off the weekend in Where

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loving you is no chore, destiel fic, 2.4k

a childhood friends to lovers fic of sorts, partially inspired by  this twitter exchange, and in which dean learns the value of doing chores

Parents have the remarkable ability to make breaks feel like anything but, Dean Winchester learns, visiting home after his first semester away at college. From the moment he stepped foot back in Lawrence, fresh off the tail end of an excruciating week of finals, he was put to work doing chores.

Dean, pick up your brother from Kevin’s house. Dean, wrap these presents for Ms. Missouri down the road. Dean, be a dear and buy the groceries today. Dean, clean the house. Dean, drop this pie off at Bobby’s and Ellen’s (and don’t eat any on the way!).

One task after another, until finally, finally Christmas eve and Christmas day rolled around, and all Dean was expected to do was eat and drink and spend time with his family.

But then his mother opens his bedroom door early on December 26th, tossing a roll of packing tape on his bed with instruction to “clean out your closet before I get back from work,” and he thinks MIT engineering might be a walk in the park compared to being home. Sure, he might be juggling a 21 hour courseload, a part time job at a garage, and a healthy social life at school, but at least that’s all on his own terms.

But alas, he’s in Lawrence through til the new year, and as such, subject to his parents’ every whim. Which is why he’s staring down a closet filled with clothes and shoes and relics from his past at 8 am rather than sleeping in til noon, as God intended college students to do on breaks.

He finds it between his old middle school soccer bag and the Gamecube he got on his 8th birthday, tucked in the far right corner of his closet’s top shelf. An old disposable camera, never developed. Dean has been shoving shit he didn’t know what to do with on that shelf for years now, can’t possibly begin to narrow down where this camera came from or when he used it – if he even ever did. Maybe it was Sammy’s, or Mom’s or something, packed away on accident and forgotten, lost to the ages.

He puts it in the keep pile, and continues sorting through his closet…

…For all of five minutes. At which point curiosity gets the better of him.

He picks up the little plastic camera, turns it over in his hands again and again, inspecting every inch of it, as though careful scrutiny of its exterior will reveal something about the content within. What could it possibly be? Photos from a weekend fishing with Uncle Bobby? Snapshots of a mundane suburban childhood? Moments from a Christmas from years past?

He must know.

He throws on his dad’s old leather jacket (another discovery from the depths of his closet), and pockets the disposable camera.

“Headed to the drug store,” is all he tells Sammy on his way out the house, “be back soon.”

Any excuse to avoid actually doing chores, right?

He recognizes no one from the photographs.

When he went to collect the pictures from the drug store several days after dropping them off, Dean was on edge with nervous anticipation. His mind had conjured infinite possibilities of moments from his life this disposable would unlock, and having had to wait days to find out, he would not delay uncovering the truth any longer. The moment he sat in the impala, in the store’s lot, he rifled through the photos.

They’re from a family vacation – but not his family’s.

There are shots of sunsets, palm trees, and members of a family all dressed in matching blue floral Hawaiian shirts. All of it looks vaguely familiar – the shirts in particular resonate with him something fierce – but the faces strike up no memory. There’s a smiling couple wearing leis and drinking mai tais, a little boy with shaggy brown hair and a lollipop in his mouth in just about every picture he’s featured in, and a girl a little older than him with sharp eyes and flame-red hair.

Who are these people? How old are these photos? Why were they in Dean’s possession? All of it is completely lost on him.

Until he sees his own face staring back at him from the last photo in the stack.

He’s seven, hair sun-bleached and a sea of freckles across his sunburned face. This is from the dinner cruise his family went on in Hawaii over a decade ago, his mind supplies. There’s a framed picture of him looking just like this next to Sammy down in the living room.

But in this picture, Dean’s got a stupid big grin on his face, and his arm around a boy his age with dark messy hair, bright blue eyes and –bingo– another of the matching Hawaiian shirts.  

Dean remembers him vividly. His name eludes him now, all these years later, but he remembers that he had been sitting at the table next to the Winchesters, and between every course of the meal the two of them wandered around the deck and the dining room and disrupted the other passengers with their incessant, delighted throes of laughter. He remembers how the boy’s blue eyes would crinkle at the corners when Dean said something funny, and how he tilted his head in confusion when Dean made Star Wars references. Most of all, he remembers how the big gummy smile the boy wears in the photo, when Dean saw it in person, made his heart flutter and his knees go weak.

It wasn’t until Aaron Bass kissed Dean in the back of the bus when they were twelve that he felt that again, and was able to recognize that the mystery boy he’d known for one night in his youth was his very first crush. He thought about him still, on rare occasion, and though time had erased his features and the finer details of his personality, Dean never forgot that feeling.

And now, seeing his face again, Dean accepts two truths: 1, he has always had excellent taste; 2, he really wants to know where this kid is now. Part of him wonders, perhaps even hopes, that maybe he hasn’t completely forgotten him, either.

He snaps a picture of the photograph, and tweets it along with the caption: “Hey twitter, I met this guy on a dinner cruise in Hawaii in 2006. We were basically best friends for that night and I never saw him again. I wonder what he’s up to. I need y’all to help me find him so I can see how he’s doing now.”

He's not expecting much success, but he’s got no name or anything else to work with. Probably this is his best shot.

Dean woefully underestimated the power of Twitter.

Three days later, his plea to find the boy from the dinner cruise has been retweeted over 20,000 times, and has amassed several hundred replies from people wishing him luck and asking if he’s found him yet. He’s begrudging the fact that, no, he hasn’t, when he refreshes the page and a new reply appears.

It’s a photo of a man holding a framed picture of his family of 5 in matching Hawaiian shirts. The frame obscures part of his face, but his ethereal blue eyes and messy hair perfectly match those of the boy in the picture, and there’s no doubt in Dean’s mind that it’s him.

Even with part of his face covered, it’s clear that time has been kind to him. He was cute as a kid, but he’s devastatingly handsome now.

“Heard you were looking for me ;)” the tweet says, and the name on the account reads “Cas.”

“Man, you have no idea,” Dean mutters. He retweets Cas’s reply, then scopes out his profile.

He’s barely finished reading Cas’s bio, which proclaims, “Berklee ’22. Apiarist. Star Wars Enthusiast. Expert Napper.” before he’s sliding into his DMs.

“Hey man!” Dean writes. “Glad I found you. Looks like we both go to school in Boston!”

Dean keeps folding his hands on the table in front of him, then unfolding them when, moments later, they go clammy. He keeps fidgeting. And checking the time. He should’ve ordered a calming tea or something, instead of coffee.

Really, he shouldn’t be this nervous. He’s been on lots of dates, and it was Cas who asked him out, having beat Dean to it. They’ve been talking nonstop since Dean messaged him, and he has no reason to expect this encounter will go poorly. Cas is handsome, funny, and easy to talk to. They’ve got loads of common interests, but enough varied ones to keep things interesting. On paper, Cas is perfect.

Dean is terrified he’s gonna blow it. This reunion of theirs feels impossibly significant to him. He has the chance to reconnect with his first childhood crush who, by some miracle, is also into guys and now lives in his city. It’s like the stars aligned to make this happen for him and there’s so much riding on this meeting and so much pressure for it to go well and Dean has never been so nervous in his life.

Cas interrupts Dean’s mounting panic by walking into the coffee shop. His coat collar is popped against the wind, though his cheeks are still flushed pink from the cold. He scans the crowd for Dean, eyes lighting up in recognition when he spots him. He smiles that same big, gummy smile that absolutely besotted Dean as a kid. It has the very same effect now. As he walks over to Dean’s table, he shrugs off his heavy winter coat, only to reveal –

“You’re kidding,” Dean blurts out when Cas reaches the table, which is not at all the fist thing he wanted to say.

Cas raises an eyebrow, and is evidently biting back a grin. He drapes his coat over the back of his chair. “That bad?”

He’s wearing the blue floral Hawaiian shirt. It’s dated and tacky, and it’s wholly ridiculous attire for winter in Boston. But somehow, unfairly, Cas looks good. The shirt is tucked into his skinny jeans, the sleeves are cuffed, and it is unbuttoned about halfway. Anyone else would look like some wasted indie front man wannabe, but Cas looks hot.

And Dean, despite all reason, thinks he might be in love. “No just,” he laughs, “I can’t believe you’re wearing the shirt.”

Cas shrugs, sliding into his chair. “I wanted you to be able to recognize me. Though to be fair this one’s my dad’s. Mine hasn’t fit in a good 10 years.”

“Wearing your dad’s duds to a first date? Real sexy, Cas.”

“Well, you know,” Cas presses his palms against the tabletop, leans forward ever so into Dean’s space, “how long it’s on me it is entirely up to you.” He then leans back into his chair, ever so coolly, like he didn’t just proposition Dean in a busy coffee shop at 11 am.

Dean’s throat goes dry. He wants so badly to divest Cas of the shirt right now, but instead he says: “Later. But first,” he reaches into his coat pocket, and from it produces the envelope of developed photos. He slides them across the table.

Cas picks up the envelope carefully, then flips through the photographs in quiet reverie.

Dean watches as he takes them in, delighted to see Cas beaming as he looks through them all.

“I was so upset,” Cas says, eventually. “I remember getting back to the hotel that night and realizing I didn’t have the camera anymore. I thought I left it on the boat. Thank you. I cannot believe I’m seeing these right now.” He tucks the photos back in the envelope, then, in turn, tucks it into his own coat pocket for safekeeping. He then fixes Dean a look heavy with intrigue and sincerity, “And I cannot believe I’m seeing you again.”

Dean blushes under the weight of his gaze. “Me neither. I’m just sorry it took so long. I didn’t even know I had the camera ‘til a few weeks ago.”

Cas shakes his head. “It’s ok. I’ve got them now. And anyway,” he winks, “I’d say it was well worth the wait.”

Eight months after cleaning out his closet at home, Dean Winchester is hanging up the articles of clothing that survived the purge next to Cas’s Hawaiian shirt in their shared closet in their new Boston apartment. He’s admiring his work when warm, gentle palms cover his eyes. “I want to show you something,” Cas says. He presses a kiss to the back of Dean’s neck. With Cas’s guiding words and careful steps, Dean lets himself be taken into the living room, where he is eventually stopped. “You ready?”

“Born ready, sweetheart.” Dean says. But when Cas takes his hands off Dean’s eyes, reveals his surprise, Dean realizes he was not ready at all. The wall in front of them is covered with framed photos of their friends and family, and at the center of it all is the two of them, seven years old on the dinner cruise.

His heart swells at the sight of it, and he’s overwhelmed, as he often is, by how much he adores this man. He turns around, pulls Cas to him in a desperate, bruising kiss.

Cas pulls away infinitesimally, rests his forehead against Dean’s. “I take it you like it?”

“I love it.” Dean confirms. He kisses Cas’s cheek. “And love you.” His jaw. “So fucking much.” His neck. “Gonna prove it to you, baby.” He palms his boyfriend’s dick through his jeans.

“Later,” Cas says through a moan, and pulls Dean’s hand away. “Later,” he repeats, a bit more sobered and with far more conviction, “I’ll hold you to that. But first we have to unpack the kitchen stuff.” He kisses Dean once more, then saunters off to the kitchen.

There was a time in Dean’s life not long ago when he would have contested that assertion. He’s on break, after all, and only for a few days more. His second year of college starts up Monday. He should be relaxing, for the most part, and only exerting himself to have very noisy, enthusiastic sex with his boyfriend in their new apartment.

But really, he knows he’ll never lament having to do chores again.

In fact, he owes the very best part of his life to them.

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And let us not forget Loretta’s companion: Lawrence (Larry) the Umbrella

Larry is Loretta’s personal instructor and an object that tells what’s best. He also has a passion for creating art but became weaker and less active. As an umbrella, Larry deals with his everyday struggle from unable to reach high places to meeting someone taller and possibly stronger than him (and hope not to get beat up heh). He may be a puny rain napper but Larry has a big mouth and has a thing for collecting money by gambling.

[ayogikitchen]

Xander says Happy Weekend! Are your weekends full of errands, chores and kindergarten soccer games? Or are they full of long baths, coffee chats, reading and strolling through museums and discovering new neighborhoods? Is it a little if both? How can you feed you heart, your brain and your body this weekend? Xander is a great example of a good mind/body/spirit balance. He’s a stellar napper, is constantly on alert putting himself between me and every stranger, relishes a home-cooked meal and loves a good cuddle. He works at keeping the yard safe for me and plays equally hard chasing tennis balls and rolling in the grass. How is your life balanced? Balance is one of the practices that we learn on the mat that translates into life off the mat. Finding balance is not just physical. It’s also mental and emotional. We are in the midst of collective trauma, so perhaps your weekends having more relaxation than in the past IS balance. Your stress level is high, which dumps cortisol, making you sweet,increases insomnia and negatively affects your digestive system, all of which depletes your immune system. With Omicron raging, it is worth taking time to rest and relax. You need to do everything you can to keep you immune system strong. Join us for Sunday yoga on Zoom. All of our classes offer many immune boosting poses as well as help relieve stress and offer tools to help you manage it better after class. You’ll increase circulation, oxygenate, detox and mentally process better. Slow Flow starts at 10a and Restorative, our most healing class of the week starts at 7p on Zoom. All classes are by donations and on Zoom. All links in bio. #yoga #zoomyoga #zoom #yogalife #ayogikitchen #beauceron #beauceronmix #rescuedog #dogsofinstagram #rest #weekendvibes #relax #Flow #restorativeyoga (at Lawrence, Kansas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYfEqBTp3us/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Digital restoration: the revival of old cinema or the humiliation of history?

In November 2018, film director Peter Jackson released an unusual documentary about World War I. The film They Shall Not Grow Old tells the life story of British soldiers. Jackson used real video and audio recordings made at the front during the First World War, which he borrowed from the Imperial War Museum in London. The director and a whole team of specialists had to do a lot of work: digitising the video, improving its quality, and colorising the black and white frames. The digital restoration of films has both supporters and opponents. For some, colorisation and remastering is an opportunity to give new life to the footage. As Peter Jackson said in an interview about They Shall Not Grow Old, ‘It gives these men back their humanity’. However, some critics believe this is an unacceptable humiliation of history. As critic Lawrence Napper wrote, ‘It goes way beyond what is considered the ethical treatment of archive’. But in the end, all of this allows the audience to choose in which format to watch the film. The restoration attracts an audience that doesn't watch old black and white films, although the authenticity may be lost after restoration.

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Artist - Beardyman ft. Joe Rogan Label - Sony Music + RCA CREW Director - Ian Pons Jewell Executive Producer - Medb Riordan Executive Producer - Simon Cooper Executive Producer - Leah Joyce Founder Radioaktive Film - Darko Skulsky EP Radioaktive Film - Sasha Bevka Commissioner - Elena Argiros Producer - Ash Lockmun Line Producer - Olya Kosenko Director of Photography - Mauro Chiarello Production Designer - Robin Brown Casting Director - Kharmel Cochrane Casting Director - Sergey Ristenko Storyboard Artist - Joseph Strachan Stylist - Staysa Monastyrskaya Location Manager - Dima Mikhailov 1st AD - Gryts Makarenko Production Manager - Antonia Vickers Production Manager - Julia Sotnikova Production Assistant - Ella Girardot Production Assistant -Volodymyr Altsybeev Directors Assistant - George Daniell Bidding Producer - Georgina Smith Set Runner - Tolik Koval 1st AC - Kirill Shlyamin Steadicam - Max Salo Gaffer - Leo Sidorenko DIT/VTR - Valik Grib aka Mushroom Sound - Dennis Ryskal Art Director - David Kharaishvili Make Up - Marta Skalska Prop Master - Vasya Tkachuk Style Assistant - Dasha Lisyn Style Assistant - Kostya Goncharuk CAST Hero Guy - Jack Morris Sofa Guy - Dima Nalivayko Sofa Girl- Vera Koval Girl in Car 1 - Esther Brown Girl in Car 2 - Joana Garcia Guy in Car 1 - Thomas Ngegba Guy in Car 2 - Alex Dubrova Guy in Car 3 - Pasha Gots Work Out Brother 1 - Andrii Ostapenko Work Out Brother 2 - Dmytro Ostapenko Work Out Brother 3 - Yura Ostapenko Coke Devil - Zhenia Skizov Bedroom Girl - Alla Pryadko Pigeon Man - Tsoy Andriy Dandruff Man - Pavel Evchin Screaming Lady - Nina Galena POST PRODUCTION Edit - Whitehouse Post Editor - Tobias Suhm Assistant Editor - Steven Waltham Producer - Antonia Porter Executive Producer - Annabel Bennett Post Production - Electric Theatre Collective Producer - Alasdair Patrick, Sam Napper Creative Director - James Sindle  Colourist - Luke Morrison CG Coordinator - Larisa Covaciu Sound Design - Tim Harrison & Seb Bruen at Aumeta Additional Sound Design - Jim Stewart & Lawrence Kendrick at String & Tins 2D Lead - Alex Grey  2D Artists - Adam Woolrich, Adrian Monroy 2D Artists - Alberto Pizzocchero, Alex Kennedy 2D Artists - CJ Gaikwad, Daniel Manning 2D Artists -Nicola Borsari, Ozgur Taparli 2D Artists - Flavio Kawamoto, Ryan Knowles, Stirling Archibald 3D Lead - Nick Turner  3D Artists - Alex Berweck, Dean Robinson, Elpida Kyriacou 3D Artists - Jake Cross, Jeffery Edo-Benson, Marko Mamula 3D Artists - Paul Cousins, Robert Reinschedl, Sergio Moralez 3D Artists - Roly Edwards, Thanos Kousis, Will Preston 3D Artists - James Waterhouse, Felix Chan, George Savvas 3D Artists - Stuart Whelbourn, Tobin Brett, Stuart Turnbull 3D Artists - Eddy Martinez, Adam Ledger, Florian Mounie 3D Artists - Ivan Xavier, Karin Mattson, Mack Knights 3D Artists - Jon Park, Remy Herrise, Toby Williams Ellis Rigger - Greg Martin Concept Artist - Romain Thirion SPECIAL THANKS TO Reset Content Jon Adams

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Artist - Beardyman ft. Joe Rogan Label - Sony Music + RCA CREW Director - Ian Pons Jewell Executive Producer - Medb Riordan Executive Producer - Simon Cooper Executive Producer - Leah Joyce Founder Radioaktive Film - Darko Skulsky EP Radioaktive Film - Sasha Bevka Commissioner - Elena Argiros Producer - Ash Lockmun Line Producer - Olya Kosenko Director of Photography - Mauro Chiarello Production Designer - Robin Brown Casting Director - Kharmel Cochrane Casting Director - Sergey Ristenko Storyboard Artist - Joseph Strachan Stylist - Staysa Monastyrskaya Location Manager - Dima Mikhailov 1st AD - Gryts Makarenko Production Manager - Antonia Vickers Production Manager - Julia Sotnikova Production Assistant - Ella Girardot Production Assistant -Volodymyr Altsybeev Directors Assistant - George Daniell Bidding Producer - Georgina Smith Set Runner - Tolik Koval 1st AC - Kirill Shlyamin Steadicam - Max Salo Gaffer - Leo Sidorenko DIT/VTR - Valik Grib aka Mushroom Sound - Dennis Ryskal Art Director - David Kharaishvili Make Up - Marta Skalska Prop Master - Vasya Tkachuk Style Assistant - Dasha Lisyn Style Assistant - Kostya Goncharuk CAST Hero Guy - Jack Morris Sofa Guy - Dima Nalivayko Sofa Girl- Vera Koval Girl in Car 1 - Esther Brown Girl in Car 2 - Joana Garcia Guy in Car 1 - Thomas Ngegba Guy in Car 2 - Alex Dubrova Guy in Car 3 - Pasha Gots Work Out Brother 1 - Andrii Ostapenko Work Out Brother 2 - Dmytro Ostapenko Work Out Brother 3 - Yura Ostapenko Coke Devil - Zhenia Skizov Bedroom Girl - Alla Pryadko Pigeon Man - Tsoy Andriy Dandruff Man - Pavel Evchin Screaming Lady - Nina Galena POST PRODUCTION Edit - Whitehouse Post Editor - Tobias Suhm Assistant Editor - Steven Waltham Producer - Antonia Porter Executive Producer - Annabel Bennett Post Production - Electric Theatre Collective Producer - Alasdair Patrick, Sam Napper Creative Director - James Sindle  Colourist - Luke Morrison CG Coordinator - Larisa Covaciu Sound Design - Tim Harrison & Seb Bruen at Aumeta Additional Sound Design - Jim Stewart & Lawrence Kendrick at String & Tins 2D Lead - Alex Grey  2D Artists - Adam Woolrich, Adrian Monroy 2D Artists - Alberto Pizzocchero, Alex Kennedy 2D Artists - CJ Gaikwad, Daniel Manning 2D Artists -Nicola Borsari, Ozgur Taparli 2D Artists - Flavio Kawamoto, Ryan Knowles, Stirling Archibald 3D Lead - Nick Turner  3D Artists - Alex Berweck, Dean Robinson, Elpida Kyriacou 3D Artists - Jake Cross, Jeffery Edo-Benson, Marko Mamula 3D Artists - Paul Cousins, Robert Reinschedl, Sergio Moralez 3D Artists - Roly Edwards, Thanos Kousis, Will Preston 3D Artists - James Waterhouse, Felix Chan, George Savvas 3D Artists - Stuart Whelbourn, Tobin Brett, Stuart Turnbull 3D Artists - Eddy Martinez, Adam Ledger, Florian Mounie 3D Artists - Ivan Xavier, Karin Mattson, Mack Knights 3D Artists - Jon Park, Remy Herrise, Toby Williams Ellis Rigger - Greg Martin Concept Artist - Romain Thirion SPECIAL THANKS TO Reset Content Jon Adams

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55 randoms heck for some fun

Thanks to @thefonzeis for tagging me (:

1. Name? Melissa

2. Nickname? Lissa

3. undercover name? Agent Napper

4. porn star name? Medusa

5. middle name? Rose

6. first born son or daughters name? Does my cat count? Her name is Jesse

7. age first kiss? Like 12 I think

8. age first crush? 6

9. age when you first knew what you wanted to do? Still don’t know for sure

10. age when you met your best friend? 15

11. favourite song? At Last by Etta James right now it always changes.

12. favourite colour? Red

13. favourite film? Passengers

14. favourite actor? Seth MacFarlane

15. favourite actress ? Jennifer Lawrence or any of the Scream movies

16. favourite time of year? HALLOWEEN TIME

17. favourite animal? Lions

18. favourite country? France

19. favourite person in the whole world? My mom

20. favourite food? Guacamole

21. favourite feeling? Hitting snooze and falling back asleep

22. least favourite song? I don’t think I have one

23. least favourite film? Marley and Me

24. least favourite actor/actress? Mel Gibson

25. least favourite event? Uh grocery shopping… does that count?

26. least favourite food? Pea’s or spaghetti

27. least favourite feeling? Dropping my phone and cracking the screen.

28. best feeling in the world? Being happy with where you are in life.

29. quote to the world? If you can’t tone it, tan it.

30. best memory? Any of the trips to Disneyland

31. best gift ever given? Two painting of Harry Potter and Voldemort i gave a friend

32. favourite alcohol drink? Orange Juice with Vodka

33. guilty pleasure? Reality tv

34. best superhero? Batman because he wears all black

35. best place in the whole world? In bed

36. celebrity crush? Seth MacFarlane

37. who’d play you in the movie of your life? Anne Hathaway, ppl say I look like her but i don’t see it.

38. who’d be your love interest? The rock

39. who’d provide to soundtrack to your movie? The Aladdin soundtrack

40. favourite cartoon? Rick and Morty, Archer, and  Family Guy tie.

41. character /person you can most relate to? All of the characters from Bob Burgers

42. sun or rain? Sun

43. Adele or ed Sheeran? Ed

44. Taylor swift or Kanye west? neither

45. pale or tanned? PALE

46. USA or uk? USA

47. cash or card? card

48. blonde or brain? I’m in the middle

49. secret talent? painting

50. if you had to make your own religion what would it be? We would worship cats

51. the voice/popstar a audition song? Music is Better than Words

52. britains/Americas talent audition piece? Piano

53. favourite Disney movie? Aladdin

54. do you love or hate game of thrones LOVE

55. nicest person you’ve ever met This customer I helped at work once.

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Beardyman ft Joe Rogan - 6am (Ready to Write) from Ian Pons Jewell on Vimeo.

Artist - Beardyman ft. Joe Rogan Label - Sony Music + RCA

CREW

Director - Ian Pons Jewell Executive Producer - Medb Riordan Executive Producer - Simon Cooper Executive Producer - Leah Joyce Founder Radioaktive Film - Darko Skulsky EP Radioaktive Film - Sasha Bevka Commissioner - Elena Argiros Producer - Ash Lockmun Line Producer - Olya Kosenko Director of Photography - Mauro Chiarello Production Designer - Robin Brown Casting Director - Kharmel Cochrane Casting Director - Sergey Ristenko Storyboard Artist - Joseph Strachan Stylist - Staysa Monastyrskaya Location Manager - Dima Mikhailov 1st AD - Gryts Makarenko

Production Manager - Antonia Vickers Production Manager - Julia Sotnikova Production Assistant - Ella Girardot Production Assistant -Volodymyr Altsybeev Directors Assistant - George Daniell Bidding Producer - Georgina Smith Set Runner - Tolik Koval 1st AC - Kirill Shlyamin Steadicam - Max Salo Gaffer - Leo Sidorenko DIT/VTR - Valik Grib aka Mushroom Sound - Dennis Ryskal Art Director - David Kharaishvili Make Up - Marta Skalska Prop Master - Vasya Tkachuk Style Assistant - Dasha Lisyn Style Assistant - Kostya Goncharuk

CAST

Hero Guy - Jack Morris Sofa Guy - Dima Nalivayko Sofa Girl- Vera Koval Girl in Car 1 - Esther Brown Girl in Car 2 - Joana Garcia Guy in Car 1 - Thomas Ngegba Guy in Car 2 - Alex Dubrova Guy in Car 3 - Pasha Gots Work Out Brother 1 - Andrii Ostapenko Work Out Brother 2 - Dmytro Ostapenko Work Out Brother 3 - Yura Ostapenko Coke Devil - Zhenia Skizov Bedroom Girl - Alla Pryadko Pigeon Man - Tsoy Andriy Dandruff Man - Pavel Evchin Screaming Lady - Nina Galena

POST PRODUCTION

Edit - Whitehouse Post Editor - Tobias Suhm Assistant Editor - Steven Waltham Producer - Antonia Porter Executive Producer - Annabel Bennett Post Production - Electric Theatre Collective Producer - Alasdair Patrick, Sam Napper Creative Director - James Sindle  Colourist - Luke Morrison CG Coordinator - Larisa Covaciu Sound Design - Tim Harrison & Seb Bruen at Aumeta Additional Sound Design - Jim Stewart & Lawrence Kendrick at String & Tins 2D Lead - Alex Grey  2D Artists - Adam Woolrich, Adrian Monroy 2D Artists - Alberto Pizzocchero, Alex Kennedy

2D Artists - CJ Gaikwad, Daniel Manning 2D Artists -Nicola Borsari, Ozgur Taparli 2D Artists - Flavio Kawamoto, Ryan Knowles, Stirling Archibald 3D Lead - Nick Turner  3D Artists - Alex Berweck, Dean Robinson, Elpida Kyriacou 3D Artists - Jake Cross, Jeffery Edo-Benson, Marko Mamula 3D Artists - Paul Cousins, Robert Reinschedl, Sergio Moralez 3D Artists - Roly Edwards, Thanos Kousis, Will Preston 3D Artists - James Waterhouse, Felix Chan, George Savvas 3D Artists - Stuart Whelbourn, Tobin Brett, Stuart Turnbull 3D Artists - Eddy Martinez, Adam Ledger, Florian Mounie 3D Artists - Ivan Xavier, Karin Mattson, Mack Knights 3D Artists - Jon Park, Remy Herrise, Toby Williams Ellis Rigger - Greg Martin Concept Artist - Romain Thirion

SPECIAL THANKS TO

Reset Content Jon Adams

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José Arroyo interviews Lawrence Napper on 'Silent Cinema: Before the Pictures Got Small'

José Arroyo interviews Lawrence Napper on ‘Silent Cinema: Before the Pictures Got Small’

The first of a series of interviews of books on cinema. The intention is to expand and disseminate our understanding of cinema and its diverse histories and various cultures by bringing attention to recently published books in the field in order to enhance understanding of and access to the knowledge the books provide. This first one is an interview with Lawrence Napper — author of ‘British…

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Napping Away Winter in Montreal’s Nordic Spas

Right around the middle of winter, when the afternoon sun was hanging low and the weather forecasters were warning of an evening commute complicated by “wintry mix,” I found myself strategizing. How was I going to survive until spring? It surprised me. I always liked winter but somehow, this time around, the season seemed longer and more harsh. I needed to find a way to fall in love with winter again.

But when I found myself standing on the windswept deck of Bota Bota, spa-sur-l’eau, a Nordic spa in the Montreal harbor fashioned from a converted barge, clad only in a Speedo and a white terry cloth robe, it occurred to me that the restoration I’d come for might break me all together. Stunned with cold, I stared into the rising steam, my damp hair stiffening into icy dreads and sharp snow pellets stinging my cheeks and my naked calves.

Then I dropped the robe and slipped up to my shoulders into a roiling hot pool and joined a dozen or so of my fellow spa-goers gazing silently out at the ice floes in the Saint Lawrence. I exhaled audibly and something in my spine uncoiled. This was not just a see-how-tough-you-are experience calibrated for preternaturally robust Canadians. I was in the right place to relearn how to fully embrace the season.

While Montreal’s reputation for great food, a slamming night life and a vibrant art scene is well-known, lately, the ever-so-Instagrammable Nordic spas in the region are attracting attention, too.

Sweat culture has a long history in Canada, dating back hundreds of years to the sweat lodges of the First Nations people, said Marianne Trotier, press director for Groupe Nordik, which opened its first and most popular spa, Chelsea, outside Ottawa, in 2005. Skiers adapted it for a post-slope unwind, and, “more and more Canadians from all provinces are now part of it.”

Armed with copious car snacks and good company, I made the six hour drive from New York City to Montreal while two members of my all-female spa-going squad scored low-cost tickets for the brief flight from LaGuardia to Montreal-Pierre Elliott Trudeau Airport. None of us had experienced anything comparable in or around New York City, where spa-going tends to be a wallet-ravaging, ultrarefined experience or the more boisterous, family-friendly and affordable Russian banya and Korean jjimjilbang.

By contrast, the Nordic spas we visited around Montreal put the emphasis squarely on rejuvenation through intensive immersion in nature. While their roots are plainly Finnish and Scandinavian, stylistically, the older ones tend to rock the 1950s ski-chalet look with lots of plaid cushions and knotty pine, and the more recent entries have a cool monochromatic design.

All rely on a ritual with three main components; first is heat, which comes in the form of hot saunas, eucalyptus-saturated steam rooms and steaming hot pools. Then comes the cold, administered via a quick plunge in an outdoor pool, an ice-edged river or, for the bold, a roll in the snow. The third element was one that was even more shocking for my band of tightly wound New Yorkers than jumping into a snowbank: a prolonged embrace of public napping.

How do you get a crowd of strangers to doze together in a room? Fluttering eyelids are encouraged by a range of high-hygge warming rooms solely dedicated to resting. And, oh, those rooms. The ones we sampled had crackling fires, private nooks for couples, flickering torches, hypnotic rocking chairs, private macramé cradles, bean bag chairs and fleece blankets. Nearly all had picture windows that allowed nappers to drift off while separated from the majesty of nature by a single pane of glass.

Quiet contemplation is key. For the most part, cellphones are left in private lockers along with your parka and street clothes. Silence is strictly enforced, and, after a brief adjustment, significantly contributes to the experience. At Bota Bota and the Polar Bear’s Club, in the Laurentian Mountains, low-volume conversation is allowed in designated sections. Later into the evening on the weekends, as spa goers rehydrate with craft beer, those no-loud-talking rules get bent but never entirely collapse. The vibe is less scantily-clad apres-ski pub and more friendly yoga retreat with an endless waterfall soundtrack.

We “embarked” on Bota Bota via a gangplank, and after a brief wait in line, got handed a towel and bathrobe. All three spas we went to required bathing suits. Water bottles and flip flops are recommended. I’d left my flip flops in my suitcase and opted to go barefoot, which was a mistake, since at times my feet were freezing. You can buy some at the spa’s little gift shop. Our troupe descended via a spiral staircase to a cramped dressing room in what was once the hull of the barge. Our belongings safely stowed in lockers, we ascended again, and went our separate ways, exploring the additional four levels of spaces thoughtfully designed by Sid Lee Architects, a Montreal firm. (Three hours in the water circuit at the spa costs 50 to 60 Canadian dollars, or about $37 to $45, depending on the day of the week.)

It was a quiet weekday night, so the crowd was thin and nothing felt cramped or crowded. I followed the numbered water circuit elements, enjoying a sauna with a giant picture window looking out over the gray harbor and the hot pool on the deck before climbing into a macramé cradle in one of the many glassed-in resting rooms. Toward the end of my stay, I padded off the boat to the Jardin, part of the spa that is on land, and settled down for a brief snooze in a second-level (think bunk beds) napping space. My squad regrouped after about two and a half hours, pruney, damp and smiling, and discovered the wild temperature swings had the same effect on our appetites as a half marathon. The dining room at Bota Bota was unexpectedly closed so we disembarked and strolled a short way to Rue Saint-Paul Ouest, scoring a table at Barroco, a popular European-style bistro, and feasted on plates of oysters, fresh bread, squash soup and winter salads. (From about 3.50 dollars an oyster to 15 dollars for the soup.)

The next day, we drove about 50 minutes from downtown Montreal through the sleet into the Laurentian Mountains, passing strip malls and, as we entered the Saint Sauveur Valley, ski slopes, before arriving at the Polar Bear’s Club shortly before noon. Checking in took longer than expected — the receptionists were more friendly than efficient. I remembered my flip flops this time. The funky ski-chalet-style property, decorated with crossed skis and snowshoes stuck in the snow, includes four hot baths, two cold baths, two river access points (I got up to my ankles in the Simon River but patrons of the Bagni spa, on the opposite bank, were doing the full body plunge) two dry saunas, one steam bath and plenty of indoor and outdoor napping spots. We paused for a snack at Cuisine Spontanee, the simple restaurant there, and enjoyed a satisfying version of grilled cheese (14 dollars).

Two highlights to the day: baking in a wood-fired sauna with a picture window that looked out onto the frozen river, this hiss of water on hot stones competing with the roaring water, and a hot pool with a steaming waterfall and behind the waterfall, an illuminated grotto. It was a completely cheesy, cozy, utterly relaxing place to hang out. (Score discounted admission to the water circuit online before you go: 49 to 54 dollars, although some seasonal promotions are as low as 30 dollars. )

For our final spa visit, we had planned to drive to Balnea, about an hour south east of Montreal. Slick road conditions forced us to recalibrate and instead we drove 10 minutes from the city center to Strom Nordic Spa on Nun’s Island, which was the most corporate-feeling (the same company runs three other spas in Quebec province) but equally entrancing. We arrived in the middle of a snowstorm so at first we had very little company in the round barrel sauna, the hot pools or the steam room. We visited the restaurant, Nord, which featured a thoughtful, Scandinavian-inspired menu of soups, salads and more elaborate entrees all made with locally sourced produce as well as craft beers and regional wines. (Prices range from 8 dollars and up for soups and salads to 23 dollars for entrees; drinks run from 7 dollars for beers to up to 14 dollars for cocktails or wine.)

The napping rooms were next level. I settled down in a slatted-wood lounge chair overlooking a picturesque winterscape while a glowing heating element warmed my back. Then, after an up-to-my knees cold plunge, dozed in a toasty white yurt in front of a brightly burning gas fireplace, the afternoon sun angling through barren trees just outside the window. Because Strom is a 17-minute public bus ride from downtown Montreal, long waits for entry to the water-circuit can be a hassle, we were told by other spa-goers. It might well be worth the wait. (Unlimited time in the water circuit costs 59 dollars; 44 dollars after 5 p.m.; more during public holidays.)

All of the spas offer a variety of massages (which, read it and weep, many Canadians get reimbursed for as part of their employment benefits) and some body treatments like exfoliation, fat melting wraps and facials, which need to be booked in advance (an appointment can guarantee you access without waiting in line on a busy day).

But the groundswell of popularity of the Nordic spas around Montreal, said Mikkel Aaland, author of the 1978 classic “Sweat,” is less about hewing to some abstract standard of beauty and more a concrete response to lives increasingly lived in a virtual world. Mr. Aaland, who is making his book into a nine-part documentary series about sweat-bath culture called “Sweet Sweat,” said the people who flock to Montreal’s spas are craving experiences that take them beyond their cubicles or cellphones.

“They know they are stressed and sweating reduces stress. In this polluted world, sweating gets rid of the junk in their bodies, so it’s good for you,” he said. Spa-goers are wearing bathing suits (and sometimes thick woolen hats) so socializing occurs at a time when people are physically vulnerable and exposed to a wide variety of body types. “The combination of steam, water, fire and nature opens the door to a different kind of renewal. It’s physical. It’s social. It’s spiritual,” said Mr. Aaland.

After the spa weekend, the downsides of winter lingered. I still had to scrape snow off the windshield when I headed for New York. When I got home, the forecast, alas, was still calling for “wintry mix.” But my energy level was higher and my life force, somehow stronger. The stretch of late winter that will inevitably lead to spring seemed more manageable somehow, like the pilot light has been reignited in my soul.

Peg Tyre is a journalist, author and nonprofit strategist. Her latest book is “The Good School.”

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Beardyman ft Joe Rogan - 6am (Ready to Write) from Ian Pons Jewell on Vimeo.

Artist - Beardyman ft. Joe Rogan Label - Sony Music + RCA

CREW

Director - Ian Pons Jewell Executive Producer - Medb Riordan Executive Producer - Simon Cooper Executive Producer - Leah Joyce Founder Radioaktive Film - Darko Skulsky EP Radioaktive Film - Sasha Bevka Commissioner - Elena Argiros Producer - Ash Lockmun Line Producer - Olya Kosenko Director of Photography - Mauro Chiarello Production Designer - Robin Brown Casting Director - Kharmel Cochrane Casting Director - Sergey Ristenko Storyboard Artist - Joseph Strachan Stylist - Staysa Monastyrskaya Location Manager - Dima Mikhailov 1st AD - Gryts Makarenko

Production Manager - Antonia Vickers Production Manager - Julia Sotnikova Production Assistant - Ella Girardot Production Assistant -Volodymyr Altsybeev Directors Assistant - George Daniell Bidding Producer - Georgina Smith Set Runner - Tolik Koval 1st AC - Kirill Shlyamin Steadicam - Max Salo Gaffer - Leo Sidorenko DIT/VTR - Valik Grib aka Mushroom Sound - Dennis Ryskal Art Director - David Kharaishvili Make Up - Marta Skalska Prop Master - Vasya Tkachuk Style Assistant - Dasha Lisyn Style Assistant - Kostya Goncharuk

CAST

Hero Guy - Jack Morris Sofa Guy - Dima Nalivayko Sofa Girl- Vera Koval Girl in Car 1 - Esther Brown Girl in Car 2 - Joana Garcia Guy in Car 1 - Thomas Ngegba Guy in Car 2 - Alex Dubrova Guy in Car 3 - Pasha Gots Work Out Brother 1 - Andrii Ostapenko Work Out Brother 2 - Dmytro Ostapenko Work Out Brother 3 - Yura Ostapenko Coke Devil - Zhenia Skizov Bedroom Girl - Alla Pryadko Pigeon Man - Tsoy Andriy Dandruff Man - Pavel Evchin Screaming Lady - Nina Galena

POST PRODUCTION

Edit - Whitehouse Post Editor - Tobias Suhm Assistant Editor - Steven Waltham Producer - Antonia Porter Executive Producer - Annabel Bennett Post Production - Electric Theatre Collective Producer - Alasdair Patrick, Sam Napper Creative Director - James Sindle  Colourist - Luke Morrison CG Coordinator - Larisa Covaciu Sound Design - Tim Harrison & Seb Bruen at Aumeta Additional Sound Design - Jim Stewart & Lawrence Kendrick at String & Tins 2D Lead - Alex Grey  2D Artists - Adam Woolrich, Adrian Monroy 2D Artists - Alberto Pizzocchero, Alex Kennedy

2D Artists - CJ Gaikwad, Daniel Manning 2D Artists -Nicola Borsari, Ozgur Taparli 2D Artists - Flavio Kawamoto, Ryan Knowles, Stirling Archibald 3D Lead - Nick Turner  3D Artists - Alex Berweck, Dean Robinson, Elpida Kyriacou 3D Artists - Jake Cross, Jeffery Edo-Benson, Marko Mamula 3D Artists - Paul Cousins, Robert Reinschedl, Sergio Moralez 3D Artists - Roly Edwards, Thanos Kousis, Will Preston 3D Artists - James Waterhouse, Felix Chan, George Savvas 3D Artists - Stuart Whelbourn, Tobin Brett, Stuart Turnbull 3D Artists - Eddy Martinez, Adam Ledger, Florian Mounie 3D Artists - Ivan Xavier, Karin Mattson, Mack Knights 3D Artists - Jon Park, Remy Herrise, Toby Williams Ellis Rigger - Greg Martin Concept Artist - Romain Thirion

SPECIAL THANKS TO

Reset Content Jon Adams