remember that one time i missed out on the reception at the palace
because i got food poisoning from raw oysters and ended up stuck in my hotel room all night
because i didn’t want to accidentally poop myself in front of royalty?
yeah, i do. because it’s happening right now.
fergus says, “how did a lowly peasant like you get invited to the palace?”
before moving to london in 2013,
my friends and i would compete annually against other teams around the world in the 72-hour film shootout.
72 hours to write, produce, shoot, edit… make a five-minute film based on a common theme,
which, if you know anything about filmmaking, is pretty absurd
and you have to be a little crazy to attempt such a feat.
so now i’m back and our goal remains the same:
make each other laugh, hopefully make audiences laugh.
our little comedy placed 2nd.
i was just happy it actually made it into aaiff (asian american international film festival)
and we got to see it on the big screen. :)
corey and i got inked this 4th of july weekend. the amen break.
i have the first two bars, corey has the last two.
because our 16-year friendship all started with the mutual obsession of this drum loop.
been wandering around foreign countries for the past couple years
and now that i’m home,
i’ve been doing all the little things i’ve taken for granted,
like checking out new restaurants with my funny friends,
movie nights in the park,
summery late evening walks through lower manhattan
and amazing live shows at intimate venues.
i got to see born ruffians, one of my favourite bands, perform the anthem to my entire last year of london.
“away, away, a way to always belong. belong, belong, won’t be long until i am gone.”
i’m concluding my six months in asia.
and i somehow managed to schedule five days of video shoots my last week here.
a few frame grabs.
during the french colonial period,
the cyclo/xích lô (bicycle taxi) was the primary mode of transportation in vietnam.
with the advent of scooters and cars, they’re now restricted to only a few tourist areas.
within a decade, they’ll be obsolete.
a story rarely told is that of the cyclo drivers,
who are often seen as a nuisance, scoffed and rudely brushed off by tourists.
back in august when truc-anh and i were shooting b-roll in bùi viện for the soul archive video,
i met, by chance, a cyclo driver named nghia.
there was a sincerity about him; i wanted to hear his story.
so vu and i spent tuesday with him.
i’ll share the video later next month,
but really, despite numerous cruel adversities and heartbreaks… such a kind, resilient soul.
teresa teng warmly reminds me of grandma and grandpa.
from the taxi cabs to the intercom at the mall, her songs murmured,
which made for a sentimental week on the island.
i had one free day from shooting and mac said we could do whatever i wanted.
eat through the city, duh. six restaurants in one day.
we went from the most extravagant portuguese barnacles (apparently men risked their lives to fetch our lunch)
to the most humble spam and egg sandwich.
(and dim sum, dumplings, everything yummy hong kong had to offer in between.)
this guy mac, he’s all sorts of good people.
somewhere in soho
i stumbled upon an antiquarian shop called indosiam that specialised in rare books and paper goods
and picked up these huge 2×3′ maps from the 1920’s
and a book on french colonial territories in southeast asia, published in 1930.
amid heaven and earth.
currently listening to:
the most appropriate teresa teng song for this post.
香港 香港 和你在一起