|sent from: London, UK. destination: Mill Valley, California, USA|
I don’t want to sound old fogey-ish, but the speed with which the internet has changed our relationship to information is staggering. At some point in the late 80s I had a book – ‘The Art of Special Effects’, all about ILM. It spoke of the ‘secret location’ of the offices, and I imagined its hallowed halls. I don’t know if I pestered my father or if he offered, but he said he could obtain their information. A few weeks later he gave me a piece of paper with a dot matrix print out – Industrial Light and Magic – an address in California, and an impossibly long phone number that meant international. I dreamed of calling it but of course that was out of the question, far too expensive. “Many Bothans died to bring you this information.” Not really, but he made it sound like it was a big deal. My future was on that piece of paper, it felt like secret, sacred knowledge.
Had I called or shown up at that address, I would’ve found an empty space devoid of Industry, Light or Magic – it was the information for their Van Nuys offices that they vacated after Star Wars to move to the Bay Area.