Jonas Mekas on Paris Hilton
Why is this so magical? How has he held my attention span with just his face and hesitating words and strange accent? Why do I feel so completely inspired? Is he using something to hold me? The effects of his legacy of incredible filmaking, the mass respect, his venerable age, looking back at us from across his years of experience... the hat? Or is he just saying he believes, is he just talking truth. I really don't know but I don't that i love this.
When I wax lyrical about trust, about belief, that you have to BELIEVE the artist, trust them. Maybe that's it, that's what he's got here. Just total belief. In himself? In the subject matter? In human people? I don't know. But Mekas believes, you better believe it.