Word: foams
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...course, rivaled ILM's waterworks. During the film's research and development stage, another associate effects supervisor, Habib Zargarpour, studied how waves break and froth by leaning out of a helicopter and sailing on choppy seas with a video camera. "First we found out it's all about foam," says Zargarpour. "Then we found out it's all about mist." Reality was then simulated by ILM's software creators, fluid-dynamics expert John Anderson and programmer Masi Oka. Given variables like wind velocity, for example, the program could determine the size of a wave or the magnitude of a splash...
...that," says Fangmeier, "you have the texture of the water and the white stuff, then you have a boat going through it, then you have a wave that breaks and has its own foam." Since the systems governing the individual elements could not be run simultaneously, mist, foam, splash, wake and currents had to be integrated for each shot. To do so, f/x artists manipulated the foam with more tiny white particles, each one with its own marching orders. By the end, The Perfect Storm's 336 detail-intensive f/x shots consumed more computer memory than the nearly...
...guilty of flouting convention, so is Rei Kawakubo. Since 1981, when she made her first Paris showing, the creative force behind Comme des Garons has taken avant-garde fashion to evermore jaw-dropping levels. Jagged ruffles, tattered plaid and wads of foam creating Quasimodo-like lumps are all incorporated into a body of work that can hardly be described as ready-to-wear. Jorge Silvetti, Chair of the GSD Department of Architecture, quoted Kawakubo as having said "I want to design clothes that have not yet existed; I want to be rebellious." Despite, or perhaps because of, her defiantly individualistic...
...Amish start getting fatty and spicy. He scoops the basic ingredients from industrial-sized garbage bins of flour and sugar. A bowl of yeast and water sits still underneath him. "Bubble, bubble..." he croons. "If it doesn't bubble, that means I killed it," he explains. When a light foam develops, he mixes and kneads, and waits for it to rise. It's already 11:30 at night. The kitchen is silent, filled with the smell of rising bread, ready for another Co-op morning...
...decide that there's probably no hope for the little boys of the word, I feel something bump me from behind. I turn around to see what it is, and all my fears are immediately alleviated. There stands a little six-year-old kid, flicking me off with his foam hand...