the pope gave me his holy blessing with a press accreditation to shoot the sistine chapel.
so here i am.
it’s a strange feeling, spending your entire life seeing the ubiquitous creation of adam on posters, mugs, beach towels..
and then you tilt your head back and it’s like,
oh hey! i know you guys.
the italian press are vultures with behemoth betacams
swinging about, knocking out whatever/whoever gets in their way of getting the shot,
including yours truly, all 5’4″, now covered in battle scars from the evening.
currently listening to:
alida and i collaborated on a spotify playlist called #CuSoObs (current song obsessions),
for discoveries that for some reason end up on repeat all day, everyday, for weeks.
i came across this gem she added and well, #CuSoOb.
prague, land of fairy tale castles (and ornery geriatrics).
elaine, auntie and i have similar travel habits.
we wander, we eat, eating our way through the city.
the best trdelník is at this little side shop called “old traditional goodes” on a little road called karvola.
(that’s elaine, not me.)
we took a train to the sedlec ossuary (the bone church), but it felt macabre posting pictures from there.
ethan is going to be such a heartbreaker when he grows up.
walking down random alleyways in other countries, part 6.
because i don’t have control over what happens in my personal life,
but i have control over work. so i work.
full-time weekdays at lux magazine, freelance weekends.
my public service for the month, produced one rainy afternoon for riddle magazine with robinson & dapper.
a #GoOffshore piece shot and edited in monaco for audemars piguet.
speed iPhone thumb sketching of random strangers on tube,
before they get off or realise i’m creepin’ on them.
i lost interest after three days, back to knitting during commute.
to finish up the woodworking video series.
took a break to hang out with some old friends.
a pizza, a whiskey bottle and three hours of derp
with michelle and aric
(who reminded me he was the one who gave me the nickname “shortbus”
five years ago on a snowboarding trip
when i passed out after a game of kings with my shiny yellow helmet still on my head).
last night in new york
with brandon, alida, kim and ani over malaysian and italian.
another round of “did you just say?”
“no, sinus infection.”
“no, peanut butter swirl.”
at the parents.
my old violin. tempted to bring it back to london so i can pull it out whenever anyone starts being broody.
my diary from when i was thirteen. i was such a dramatic little kid.
i enjoy assembling things with lots of parts (like drum kits, lighting kits and ikea dressers).
in this case, a steadicam.
my relationship with dad is most harmonious when
we’re listening to music or working together on projects big or small.
he also rigged/raised my quick release plate so the lever wouldn’t be such a nuisance. :)
i’d like to think that all documentaries i produce are to be about love,
but this one is a bit controversial and would be a huge feat.
but i decided to drive to san francisco
to interview flor mari.
i leaned in, listened intently
and was fascinated and heartbroken by her battles,
but because of the nature her history and tom’s,
and the sensationalised headlines portraying them as monsters,
i don’t know if i have the skills or time to justly tell their story.
follow-up meeting with elaine when i get back to london next month to discuss.
i’m back after four months,
shooting and editing ten woodwork videos in five days for core77.
feeling a little guilty for being here and not having time to spend with my friends.
but i get to hang out with these guys all week.