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

France

It’s been a while since I have spent time over at mum and dads little farm house in France.  Things have changed here.  Though their holding largely remains unchanged, the roads have been modernised and the local neighbourhood has grown.  Sadly the most exciting thing for me is that Pete next door has had broadband put in and allows me to use his wireless connection.

My plans then?

Are actually to do a little bit of relaxing where I won’t be kept awake.  We have three or four scripts under development at the moment and I would like to break the back of at least one of them. Somebody I have a lot of trust in has suggested that we should also be selling some of these. My biggest problem with that is how attached I get to tem and the characters as we go along.

I could tell you then I’d have to kill you

At this moment in time I’d like to think that No Balls will be a one off.  I don’t want it to be the type of film that I always make.  Now don’t get me wrong, I do love it.  I love that it makes so many people laugh, and that so many people are excited about the project.  I almost convinced that this will be the one film in my life that has that effect. It’s just that there are other places that I want to explore.  Other darker places.  I want to look into people and represent them.  I want to go back in time and show a time past in splendour.  I want to reach into the deepest places of my mind and open them up.  I also want to re-invent and breath life into my childhood hero’s.  One from a “British book for boys” and another cult classic film from seventies America.

This week though?

We are going back to the Second World War and looking at part of the “Nemesis Universe”.  Be warned, this one is a doozey.

Do I feel lucky?

I certainly feel that I’m doing the right thing with my life and there is a capability and a heavy weight of expectation.

Laters,

Chalkster

About this Blog!

Well, not really.  but I hadn’t thought to update until a realised a friend had been having a butchers!  It’s pretty tough updating right now because whilst I’m working hard on getting the film put together it’s nigh on impossible for me to openly discuss whats gone on recently and what is going on at the moment.  Needless to say I’m hoping to announce a new partnership which I believe will make the film happen.

In the meantime..

We are close to agreeing a few more music video’s and my photography is cumming on in leaps and bounds along with a multitude of new sript ideas, concepts and outline drafts.   I’m hopping that we will look back and remember these hard times with a smile and a foundness only time can give.

Alfa Heaven

My little alfa 156 met it’s maker a few weeks ago.  We all have painful whiplash, but we are surviving.  It’s just a shame that I had to loose a car that I was so found of…. I’ll post some photo’s.

Until then!

Laters,

Chalkster