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More than 80 years after arriving in Argentina, a collection of Nazi propaganda materials has been uncovered in a surprising and deeply symbolic location: the archives of the country’s Supreme Court.

El Eternauta signals something new for Argentine cinema. For the first time, we are seeing a production that stands on its own without imitating the tropes of international (especially American) storytelling. It’s not about achieving universality through abstraction—it’s about being unapologetically Argentine, and in doing so, achieving something truly universal.

Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867–1944) was not just a gifted composer and pianist; she was a force of nature in a world unprepared for women with serious musical ambitions. Born in the quiet town of Henniker, New Hampshire, Beach entered the world with an uncanny musical sensibility. Stories from her earliest years border on myth: by the age of one, she could reportedly sing over 40 songs; by four, she was composing her own music.

We have taken an important resolution: to progressively embrace the iPhone as a tool for documentary filmmaking. This decision is the natural evolution of a journey that began decades ago — a journey rooted in the need and choice to adapt to technology, while always keeping subject and story at the heart of it all.

In the rich and often under-explored history of American classical music, three composers—Amy Beach, Margaret Ruthven Lang, and Helen Hopekirk—stand out not just for their talent, but for their perseverance and presence in a field still finding its voice in the 19th century.

Soon, we’ll begin training an Ai model with those characteristics in mind. In the meantime, I’m absorbing Bristow’s music, reading the scores, and listening with care — trying to get under the skin of a man who dared to compose in an era that didn’t yet know how to listen. And above all, hearing from you, the reader who will comment on this post with opinions and ideas as to How did Mr. Bristow may have sounded like?

My primary medium for decades has been documentary film. That’s where I’ve told most of my stories, behind moving images, sound, and a carefully constructed edit. But recently, I’ve returned—almost instinctively—to still photography. Not digital, but analog: 35mm film, the kind I experimented with in a parallel universe during the late 1970s and early ’80s, when I was just beginning to find my way into filmmaking.

For the last two months, I’ve been returning to analog photography. Not for interviews or narrative-heavy sequences (that would be impractical), but for transitions, establishing shots, and the poetic moments that so often pair well with the precision of the FX3.

The future of documentary filmmaking hinges on a filmmaker’s ability to adapt to the ever-evolving funding landscape.

We remain open to ideas and proposals that align with the goals and values of our mission. Each potential project is considered with care—me

My grandfather had sent for them. There was a steamship waiting. But it was a race against time, and the girls lost.

Samba on your Feet is a film by Eduardo Montes-Bradley | To experience samba and Carnaval is to immerse oneself in a living history.

Lectures, screenings, and workshops on documentary production and ethics, and the art of visual storytelling across cultures and formats.

The Other Madisons, by Montes-Bradley, is a strong complement to Betty Kearse’ book by the same title…

Back in 2012, I was approached by Rabbi Rojzman an offer to produce fifty-four short films, each based on one of the Hebrew Torah.

Today marked the start of something extraordinary: filming with Ambassador Andrew Young for a possible documentary about his legacy.

By reintroducing the visitor to Boccia’s experimental work, this exhibition seeks to create new dialogue...

In the 8mm footage I’m sharing, a handful of the most familiar characters from those first urban safaris stand out.

Twenty years ago, as a young sculptor working in the Bronx, I was introduced to the remarkable story of the Piccirilli brothers.

“The Leonardo” is the familiar shorthand for the Leonardo DaVinci School of Art in NYC.