Thoughts for the day

Photo Shoots

It’s interesting you know, I grew up a photographers son.  My dad came from the times where he made his own chemicals and emulsions out of the kitchen cupboard and thick paper.  A dare say he made his own pinhole camera (I know I did).  I learned on medium format and 35ml doing a little freelance work up until I was in my late teens.  I gave up all but an amateur interest for the next fifteen odd years.  My interest has however been brought right back into focus through my friendship with James Lyon, a photographer that I believe is just about to hit a very rich vain of form. And I was a real critic early on.  Recently I managed to update my photographic portfolio a little and shoot a promo for him on the south coast. The pictures are his not mine.

Due South from James Lyon on Vimeo.

Fear

I’m very close to signing a new option with a new producer on “No Balls” which I’m very pleased about.  My only fear is that we will end up having to take on a bigger named director then myself.  Could I work on the project with somebody else at the helm?  It’s a tough call that I really don’t want to have to take, but its a real possibility.  Life I’m afraid can be really tough.  The shame would be that I’m so very confident of my ability, and the humor is so delicate that I fear it would be lost on somebody else’s watch.  Bloody fucking hell, let me keep it!

Disappointment, selfishness, internalising & so much more

I’ve been horribly let down by a close friend, who left me in a world of trouble after giving me nearly a year of trouble.  I’m always happy to try and help people out, even passing on my limited knowledge and opening my address book, and against my little voice’s advice this time allowing them to live in my house.  In a perfect world friends would be able to stay over for months at a time for nothing.  But In tough times like this when I’m on a financial knife edge?  So constantly letting me down was bad enough, but to then not pay at all so that they can put a deposit down to move in with friends is beyond belief.  Career be damned, short term damaging choices ruin careers.  I learned a long time ago that you don’t shit on your friends, if you do you apologise.  Sometimes you just use up all the good will in the world and leave the favor cupboard bare. I’d be angry if I wasn’t so disappointed by my own naivety.  Just because somebody wants to do the same thing as you are doing, doesn’t mean they have the same set of morals and that they have any level of ability.  But hey next time I’ll sit with my legs wider apart so you can really kick me in them? Or not.  The sades thing?  I’m unlikely to ever try and help anybody as much again.

Laters,

Chalkster