July 19, 2011

something not completely different


A site that I seem to be updating more regularly than any other I've set out to do. Now there's a first.
Still lots to put up of course, but it will serve as my folio/blog and general place for things from now on...

May 05, 2010

It Hugs Back - music video

Over a year has gone by and I thought I'd lost these photo's after the death of a computer; for a freezing cold production set in the old Book Barn in Paintworks, Bristol. An amazing place, disused for a few years with mountainous book piles it looked post-apocalyptic. We worked for I think 5 days averaging possibly 18 hours or more a day towards the end. We were so careful at the beginning when placing the blocks, balancing them for the smoothest motion... by the time we took the last shot (which I think is the 3rd in the video) we were exhausted; I think we booted some into place. It was practically a 24 hour straight run with temperatures hanging at around -1 degrees. Martin Davies' direction came down to almost incoherent sentences but he'd got us working so well together it didn't matter.

A brilliant time was had, countless cheese and pickle sandwiches and cups of tea were consumed. Even a first edition marvel comic was found.

Here's a link to the video "Now + Again";
and a few photo's from the production:

November 10, 2009


-happened to swine flu? I feel I missed out.

January 16, 2009

January 14, 2009

January 12, 2009

Train friend

If I'm honest I'm reaching slightly at calling him "friend" as he was must too embroiled in frantic attempts to reach scraps at the bottom of his Walker's crisps packet to talk freely. -Probably a lucky break for me as this would have raised burning issues such as, "how do I uninvite him for butties and squash at my house" and "I hope that smell doesn't latch onto my pants".
Anyway I think I captured his post-Walker's blues. "The Potato Descent". There's probably more layers I should add for definition and make it look good, but seeing as I've already promised abject failures (and much like my last landlord with his half-finished hairplugs); I'd only be cheating myself.