sometimes I like lemon more than chocolate
I know that may shock, may blow your mind, may shake to the core your idea of who I am and my tastes but its something I have only recently (in the last 5min) come to terms with as Carla is in the kitchen making lemon loaf and damn doesn’t it smell delicious…
the day destroys the night, night divides the day…
After finishing a night shoot (10pm – 8:30am) on the streets of Dalston in east London, the finale to a week long shoot with the London Film School and a fantastic cast and crew and now with several hours sleep under my belt I am given time to reflect, to contemplate, to pause on the past two weeks…
Such bonds and friendships are created in such a short time on a film set, especially a short… you spend such an intense week, working, laughing, making mistakes, dealing with conflict, finding great satisfaction in the small things and then after a really long night shoot on the streets of Dalston a glass of bad champagne and a vegie version of an english breakie it is over… and you are left feeling satisfied at a job well done, paranoid of a mistake you might have over looked, and a little empty because now not only is your new family gone, moved on to the next project but what do you do with your time… I wonder though if a feature is the same or if it is less personal, less friendly, more hierarchal, more of a job (so to speak). I hope not.
So again I am left, as most freelance positions, with a void to fill and the need to find something to do with my time…
I have been trying tho, the work (tho unpaid), the amazing parties across from Buckingham Palace, the all night shoots, the new friends, the anticipated (still to come) trips to Paris…
