Chris Clark

Chris Clark (78)

As a lifelong St. Louisan, Chris is very proud of his place in the St. Louis arts scene. He graduated from St. Louis University High School in 1979 and with honors from Webster University in 1985. Drawing upon his background in film studies, mass media and public-event coordination he has been an integral part in many of the organizational and logistical changes that have led to the growth and expanded artistic direction of the St. Louis International Film Festival (SLIFF). His dedicated work is evident in the ever-increasing number of annual film-related events produced by Cinema St. Louis (CSL), including the St. Louis Filmmakers Showcase, Classic French Film Festival, SLIFF/Kids, the 48 Hour Film Project, and the LGBT film festival called QFest. This is a dream job for Chris and he plans to keep it indefinitely by living forever. So far, so good. He and his partner of nine years, plus two spoiled and feisty dogs live happily in Maplewood, MO. They hope to be married when Missouri catches up to the rest of the world.

We make and do some pretty cool things here in St. Louis, plus a few items whose inherent darkness make me question how entrenched we are in said workshop. Here is a short list of some of the great and infamous things made with busy hands here in the 52nd…
Wednesday, 02 October 2013 11:35

Masters of Bation

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Oh St. Louis, you sly dog. People always think how Catholic and conservative it is here, but once you peel back the covers we are some surprisingly sexy bitches. A few years after the infamous Alfred Kinsey began his research in Indiana, William Masters teamed up with Virginia Johnson to…
Tuesday, 01 October 2013 09:01

God bless Jon Hamm

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Don Draper may be despicable and morally vacant, but you know what may god bless Jon Hamm. One of St. Louis' favorite sons is a decidedly handsome man and dearly loves the STL. I think he is pretty awesome and am okay with the fact that he went to John…
Monday, 30 September 2013 16:17

Top of the World Ma

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One of the true treasures of the STL is the incomparable Saint LouisArt Museum, a place so special they refuse to abbreviate Saint with an St. People who live here may or may not realize that SLAM is one of the only museums of its kind that does not require…
Sunday, 22 September 2013 13:10

It........Is.........Balloon!

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Today is my birthday. 52. Like a deck of cards, my life contains 4 suits, a couple of Queens, some one-eyed Jacks, and a man with an ax, and a few jokers. I enjoy this annual celebration of my life as a day to reflect on the recent past and…
Monday, 16 September 2013 08:03

Death Race 2013

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So it comes to this. The cancer didn't kill me. Didn't even come close. A few surgery scars and a lot of medical debt, but barely a scratch. The diabetes came closer to ding me in when doctors informed me that I was an inch away from a coma. Determination,…
Thursday, 22 August 2013 09:01

Trying to not let the 'beetus" beat me

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So, I almost died. AGAIN. After a grueling and horrifying and expensive and emotional 26-month battle with the Big C ( final score: Chris 1, cancer 0), I was diagnosed as a type 2 diabetic. The beeties, the sugar piss, the beetus. Diabetes. Thank you genetics, and to you dad…
Thursday, 22 August 2013 08:59

St. Louis is a lot like Cleopatra

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Becky may be our queen of carpet, but like Cleopatra, St. Louis is the king of denial. An ancient and tired joke as old as the pyramids (denial/da' Nile), but if the asp fits. Yet another ranking came out this week that lists good old middle American St. Louis the…
Whether the weather be fineOr whether the weather be notWhether the weather be coldOr whether the weather be hotWe'll weather the weatherWhatever the weatherWhether we like it or not.
St. Louisans always have and always will love outdoor events. Whether it is ridiculously hot or freezing cold, we love to celebrate who we are and support those we care about in the streets and parks of our fair city. String up some lights, fire up the grease for funnel…
“Hot town, summer in the city  Back of my neck getting dirty and grittyBeen down, isn't it a pityDoesn't seem to be a shadow in the cityAll around, people looking half deadWalking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head” Summer in the city once again. The equinox was only…
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