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		<title>Editor&#8217;s Note: Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jul 2013 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[vol. 1, issue 2: home]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Agnes Varda]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Andrea Arnold]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Athina Rachel Tsangari]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Joseph Kosinski]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kathleen Shannon]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kelly Reichardt]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Oblivion]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Todd Haynes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vagabond]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Wendy and Lucy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Wuthering Heights]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“You think you had it rough? I didn’t find this place, I had to build it.” -Vienna (Joan Crawford), Johnny Guitar The word “home” conjures images of an ethereal space, with pies on windowsills and white lace curtains blowing in the breeze. It’s where the heart is. Yet as Vienna reminds us in Nicholas Ray’s [&#8230;]</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://cleojournal.com/2013/07/25/editors-note-home/">Editor&#8217;s Note: Home</a> appeared first on <a href="https://cleojournal.com">cléo</a>.</p>
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		<title>The Analog Mother: Joseph Kosinski’s Oblivion</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[lindsay jensen]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jul 2013 14:09:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The cabin is well worn, but one gets the feeling this is due to the age of its materials, rather than the use it has had over the years. A record player cracks and pops, and the lilting wail of Jimmy Page fills the air as a flannel-clad man dribbles and shoots a basketball at [&#8230;]</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://cleojournal.com/2013/07/25/the-analog-mother-joseph-kosinskis-oblivion/">The Analog Mother: Joseph Kosinski’s &lt;i&gt;Oblivion&lt;/i&gt;</a> appeared first on <a href="https://cleojournal.com">cléo</a>.</p>
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