Armed with their own camera, modern dance power-couple Bobbi Jene Smith and Or Schraiber set about documenting their intimate daily lives in a new genre of “Musical” style documentary. Mixing improvised choreography driven by their immediate emotions with the relentless, never-stopping rolling of the camera, the two created an abundance of scenes reflecting the many aspects of a relationship full of multitudes. A life full of beginnings and endings coexisting in us all. Following the video for "Earth Odyssey", Director/Editor Adi Halfin’s vision for this video was another creative solution for a period where it is virtually impossible to create international collaborations due to the restrictions as a result of the global pandemic. After many ideas for the video were put down due to the inability to bring dancers and film crew together… She decided to go with the flow and have the dancers film themselves. Mixing their dance into a documentation of their personal life. In the end - this actually proved to be an advantage and allowed a more intimate and close-up view of the couple’s lives. VIDEO CREDITS - Directed and Edited by - Adi Halfin Filmed and choreographed by Bobbi Jene Smith & Or Schraiber Colour Grading: Maria Carretero, Nice Shoes Post Producer: Serena Bove, Nice Shoes Dancers - Bobbi Jene Smith & Or Schraiber MUSIC CREDITS - Written, Composed and Performed by Asaf Avidan Produced, Recorded & mixed by Tamir Muskat at Vibromonk East TLV 2nd recording engineer - Omry Amado Additional recordings by Asaf Avidan at Different Pulses Studios Italy Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards by Asaf Avidan Drums, Percussion, Programming by Tamir Muskat Bass by Itamar Ziegler Mastered by Vlado Meller at Vlado Meller Mastering Assisted by Jeremy Lubsey Stream Lost Horse here: https://asafavidan.lnk.to/LostHorse LYRICS - All my body's undulating back and forth but it's too late and there's no cure and no sedating this prolonged, insane, grotesque thing that we wrongly have been naming "Love" but this ain't love Pretty soon I will be feeding on the taps your little feet in silver boots make when they're fleeing town and I can't get around to being much surprised by memories speeding on the road on which we're bleeding love Honey, this ain't love I want you to hold me Perpendicularly only A sundial for the gods We were born… Born to fail It's Raining cats and dogs, and lightning strikes my heart and sheds some light on- to the fact it ain't so frightening how there hasn't been your pretty sight in so much time, my teeth are whitening from the blood we shed while biting love Honey, this ain't love I want you to hold me Perpendicularly only A sundial for the gods we were born… Born to fail

• published: 17 Jun 2020
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