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NOT A TEAM
Lebob is what a season looks like. This is what it costs.
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Lebob is what a season looks like. This is what it costs.
Lebob states two numbers on its about page: FLL team 3236 and FTC team 37323. Both are real, both are issued, and both mean somebody knows exactly who they are and where to send the paperwork.
None issued.
None issued.
None entered.
Withheld. It is not the address he sleeps at.
A number is a way of being found. He does not have one, he has never applied for one, and the single time a code was allocated to him it was for a room he was not invited into.
LeBob and the enemy faction are made of the same two colours in opposite order. That is the entire visual idea of the film and it is the entire idea of this site.
LeBob is yellow fill with a red outline. Bobel is the same silhouette, red fill with a yellow outline. Not a different character. The same character, inside out.
Nothing is ever mirrored. The direction the quill sweeps is how you tell them apart, so flipping the drawing would destroy the thesis. Staging works around the facing instead.
Every environment in the film is charcoal, bone and grey, and the characters are the only saturated objects on screen. Lebob's site took the charcoal. This one took the bone.
fill on lebob.com.au → outline here
outline on lebob.com.au → fill here
Lebob's about page runs its season forwards, from the regional in November to Jeonju in July. This runs the other way, because the only direction that matters here is back toward the thing that started it.
LeBob speaks flat. There is no anger in it. He wants the Rover back second.
The headlights find the warehouse floor and it is loose Lego from the bumper to the chair, studs up, thousands of pieces. He opens the door anyway. Then, very quietly: "...owie."
The stolen Rover, headlights up, down the length of an empty warehouse. LeBob asleep in a chair, dead centre.
"It was one animal." "It was not one animal." Eblob does not raise his voice. Obleb has not moved once and speaks only to say that he should have taken the bus.
The garage door is open. The garage is empty.
One sound. Not a cry. A single hard object hitting concrete, once. There is no footage of this and there was never going to be.
Red on grey, and it is the first saturated colour since the room went dark. He does not look at the workshop. He looks through the doorway at the Rover, and he smiles.
This is where it starts, and it is the one thing on this site that is not his.
Everybody who has read this far is. The amount is small and it is not the point.
Open the ledger