We are starting the year with some big news. Founding Resonant Pictures partner Adam Barton has accepted a job as a Senior Producer at the Madison Square Garden Company, moving on From Resonant Pictures after nearly 15 years.
From day one, Adam’s boundless energy, creative spark, and unflinching work ethic has lifted everyone around him to strive for bigger things and lean into new challenges. We’re positive the biggest and baddest is yet to come for Adam and we’re sending him off with mountains of love and respect.
It’s the end of an epic chapter for our company that started in a spare bedroom office in Brooklyn.
But it’s NOT the end of Resonant’s story. Don’t touch that dial... the next chapter is coming soon.
Let’s Gooooooo!!!!! #knicks
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Throwback to a great shoot with Jalen Brunson (and his vicious pup Kona) for Oura.
Prod Co @resonantpictures
DP @alexcullen_dp
Producers @a.s.barton
Editor @bathrock
Four years since you crossed over, Brendan.
The person i was by your side is gone too. I miss both of them.
It’s taken me these years to write anything here. Words wont ever rise to the occasion, or raise the dead for that matter, so a first draft will have to do.
I learned to walk from you. The way you walked, your long coats, camera cocked in one arm, I studied your ways on the way to becoming a man. When I was young, I wanted to be you. Changed my name and everything.
Later, you brought me in to your world in New York, gave me shelter, gave me permission to have a point of view: the way text plays on image, the edges of a frame, the choices that artists make—you showed me the rules and how to break them.
You wanted to know me, you saw me before I did. You were beaming by my side when i achieved heights you’d dreamed for me.
I remember your compassion for the junkies on Amsterdam Avenue. You knew their names and you emptied your pockets and opened your hands for them because you saw yourself in rags.
You were brilliant, cousin. Anyone who knew you knows you wore an artist’s heart. Some of us saw you bleed, searching for safe passage. I wanted to give you my thick skin. I still might.
Everything is perfect and awful and just right in our story. You touched rock bottom. You touched the sky. Nothing that we said will ever disappear.
I love you, Bren.
Rest in peace, Tina.
You were a rescue, blind in one eye and street weary when you found me. You and Ike were there for the origins of the man— with me and the bachelors @a.s.barton@sammyfranksalot@henryhwjacobson at Eastern Parkway 5E. you grew up alongside me when @korinsta.gram and I moved into 3J in the same building. You crawled and cuddled with Asa, came out of your shell to love a little boy. you became less wary, more trusting. You rode 18 hours in a car with us to Atlanta in the middle of the pandemic, never made a sound. You welcomed Kemi, let her pull your hair, nuzzled the new baby. You outlived Ike. You spent 16 years on earth and never once went the vet. You gave all your love away. Tina forever.
