McCann
- Truth Well Told
Truth Well Told. Skyscrapers like stacked thoughts. Broadway hum in the background. Papers flying. Shadows down East 42nd. Chrysler Building blinking in the corner of the eye. Super 8mm, zoomed in on nothing. Midtown. A forgotten 36th floor wedged between ambition and diplomacy. I had my own room—with walls that turned into sketchbooks. I wrote on walls, literally, storyboards on concrete, taped ideas to the wind.
Suddenly: a film. Born out of the view, the noise, the freedom. Like Vriesendorp with a Sharpie. One of the most fun projects I’ve done. Chaos with a skyline.