A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie passes by a piano as he walks in the family room of his house. Animated black lines blink over the objects and darken the wall.
Against a white background, he wears a Puma jacket as he dances. The animation adds an aqua streak above him and outlines his body.
He sits on the hood a car parked by the curb. The animation turns black-and-white, adding white lines over the trees and house.
At night, he talks on his cellphone on the rooftop of a building.
Animated in black-and-white, he stands next to a painting.
Back in color, fans shout for him as they wait for him behind a barricade. He drives the down the street, the hood of his car shining from the animation.
A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie looks over his shoulder as he walks in the neighborhood. A few dogs barked. A single car had passed through within the hour. He waits for the sirens. The person could’ve just moved into the neighborhood and assumed he didn’t live in one of the houses. It ticked him off that he didn’t feel safe in his own driveway. His life could be over with one call.
The sleepless nights had become common since the fall. He had walked to the park or to the 24 hour liquor store. From the window, he’d watch as the sun rise and pay for his things. Walking back home, he’d sip his drink and nod off standing on the sidewalk. He’d sometimes buy things online.
The horns and honks of the train lull him to sleep. Boxes hitting his doorstep usually wake him up. He opens his online order of designer jackets and tosses the bill. There were three other packages on the way. However, it was too late to cancel any of them. His back account was dwindling during his time off work. The packages, though, were the only things making him feel better.
Director: N/A Year: 2019