The process of setting the mood for the final scene of the Short. Which happens to take place in a Massage parlor. Roman sat in so that we could adjust lights while we waited for Stacey to arrive.

Roman is a very hard working man. Having him on set is like having six extra hands. Always ready to get whatever is needed done.

The final image is a still from the short.

This is an outtake from the shoot for the photo set that I will post today. I really like the tones in this image so I am posting it.

A strange dream has been plaguing the very few hours of sleep I manage to get every night.

I’m in an expansive field. Which feels cliche really. One of those with tall yellow grass all year round. The kind you only truly see in the midwest. Hazy. I stand in the field. Naked. Covered in mud. I wipe the mud from my face. Smell it. I always smell it. I don’t know what I expect to smell. Still, I smell it. Dirt. Maybe blood. I never have glasses in this dream. The world, soft, out of focus. I walk through the grass until I reach a small clearing. I look around: Trampled grass tinted with blood. I touch the blood. Fresh. Nothing in sight though. I keep walking. I see it. Smell it. A fox cub. Vital scarlet blood pouring out of an open wound on it’s side. Pouring out of my side. It whimpers. I whimper. I’m the fox now. Bleeding out. Grass prickling at my side. I stare up at myself. My/his mouth covered in blood. I see my nose flaring. My eyes dilate. I lunge at myself.

And then I wake. :?

We rigged up a DIY car mount, and then drove around to get a bunch of  really cool shots for a small sequence in the film.

The DP and the 1st Ac hung off the side of thee truck to make sure the camera did not crash into the ground. Real fun stuff. :)

We originally were gonna shoot on a suped up fs700 but things didn’t work out with the owner of the camera (as is often the case.) So, we went with plan B and shot raw on a Magic Lantern Hacked 50d. The footage resolves incredibly well. The Max resolution we have managed to get out of the camera is around 1584x674.

Anonymous: You're really attractive!

I followed this advice:

Turned out great! :p

No, but thank you. I’ll be walking around town with an extra jovial step.

<3

It’s the eternal return of the same. Just another digression. Followed by the same epiphany. Followed once more by inaction. His words never ringing true. 

Tonight, once again, he feels inconsequential.

Still’s I took in between takes on the short film I have been busy with the last few days. It’s done now and everything looks great. I am excited to see it edited. I can’t wait to share it with you all.

My Skype calls always have great lighting.

Skyped with swinton yesterday. You can see him on the screen.

Took the first photo during the Skype call.

I can be absurdly ridiculous.

New Theme

I changed my theme! Give it a look if you would like, and let me know if you experience any issues. Thank you all :D <3

My friend Rosie (or Roro as friends call her) is a talented writer, and an incredibly strong willed passionate woman. She has two beautiful children and a wonderfully supportive husband(Nick is the coolest). They lead hectic busy lives. Despite that she manages to find time to write and work on her passion(film). Her family has been incredibly supportive to me, and I am incredibly grateful to them.

I took this photo of Rosie while we were playing with some lights during a production meeting.

Today was another day of prep for the shoot which begins tomorrow. Everything is set in motion. Hopefully it will all go well.

Convictions are Prisons

"Es preciso no dejarse engañar: todos los grandes espíritus son escépticos por naturaleza, Zarathustra es escéptico. La fuerza y la libertad salidas del vigor y de la plenitud del espíritu se demuestran por el escepticismo…. Las convicciones son prisiones. “

Spent today working on the call sheet and shooting schedule for the short film we will be shooting this weekend. Taking sporadic breaks to revisit “Antichrist.”

I got this particular edition of antichrist in shabby bookstore in the outskirts of  Guadalajara, Jalisco. Hidden in between a dentist’s office and general store. More a house of books than a book store . 

I stumbled into this labyrinthian forest of words quite by accident. I was lost and needed directions when I spotted the general store. As good a place as any place to ask. But my attention was quickly drawn away by a a small rusted sign proclaiming the books store’s presence in bold red letters.

"AQUI HAY LIBROS." (Here are books)

A proclamation seemingly tailored directly at me.

I walked in through the low entrance and was greeted by piles on piles of books spilling across the floors. Scattered throughout the house, covering the floors, the stairs, the walls. Almost spilling out of the house itself.  A small clearing in between the stacks opened up a small pathway. The proprietor(a frail looking elderly man) sat in a courtyard, at the base of the book covered steps peeling an orange with his rough hands, unaware of my approach. I quietly greeted him.  He didn’t look up or acknowledge me immediately. Instead choosing to take a few moments to finish peeling his orange. When he looked up I was taken aback by how bright his eyes were. Shinning, vivacious. His voice was strong, clear, resonant.

"Que buscas, muchaho?"(what are you looking for boy?)

"Nada en particular, ando un poco perdido." (nothing really, I am just a little lost.) I replied.

"Pues, yo también, tal vez aquí encuentres lo que ocupes."(Well, so am I, maybe you’ll find what you need here.)  

He shakily stood from his perch, and began walking up the stairs; inviting me deeper into the maze.

I spent the rest of the day speaking with this man, eating oranges, talking literature, and reading.

Every time I look at the books I took home from there I am struck with immense joy, and an incredible longing to lose myself in the streets of my Home once more.

ahyisdiscool:

Oh reverend please can I chew your ear?

I have become what I most fear

And I know there’s no such thing as ghosts

but I have seen the demon host.

I’ve been obsessively listening to Timbre Timbre.

Naturally I have gathered much inspiration from them. I have a cool secret project I am working on. This song is partially responsible for this project’s inception. I cannot wait to share more with you all.

Stealthily snapped this portrait of my good friend Roro while on a location scout for a short film we are shooting this weekend. She was looking at the lighting of the place.

Side note: my homegirl here is a total badass.

We are shooting at a massage parlor! Cool right?

It’s crunch time though. Day one is creeping up on me. The next few days will be intense.