Ah the open road. Nothing like jumping in your car with a few sandwiches and without any plans other than to be back next week some time.
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cargo cult, Vanuatu /
Cargo Cult, Vanuatu
Flying onto a volcanic ash field next to an active volcano on a remote South Pacific island, nek minute, attacked by a Cargo Cult.
Koh Tao /
Marcus
full moon party /
fun with worm holes
Jules and Rates /
Jules and Rates.
Me and Julian back in the day. Notting Hill carnival, London. Wandering somewhere between White City and the drum n bass stage on the corner of All Saints Road and Tavistock Rd. I remember seeing some guy lying on the banister by the steps of a terrace house casually reading Harry Potter as hundreds of thousands of people walked by. Jerk Chicken, Fosters and friends. Good times, good times.
Jules at the Swiss border /
Jules at the Swiss border.
This is an image I made in Switzerland several years ago one summer when my fiend Julian and I went mountain biking in the French Alps for a few weeks. A few days prior to this I had been in a pretty nasty accident, I came off my bike after misjudging the height of a jump into some woods where I couldn't see the landing. I hit the ground pretty hard from about 3 meters in the air and had to be wheeled to the bottom of the hill. After an ambulance ride to the local hospital and several xrays and ultrasounds later, apparently nothing was broken or torn up and I was sent on my way. However my leg still hurt really badly and I couldn't walk properly for weeks afterwards. Determined not to spend the rest of my holiday recuperating in the pool, I went out into the mountains every day with Jules and we rode our bikes really slowly and just took in the amazing mountain life. I remember all the cows in France had giant bells around their necks that rang out whenever they moved. They all looked pretty stressed out by the sounds of the bells constantly ringing and didnt really seem very happy at all. One afternoon we crossed over the border into Switzerland where we were surprised to find none of the cows had bells. They seemed way more chilled out.
The way of a film life /
Sunny
One of the grandest, bitter sweet facts of a life working in film is the extraordinary and intense, yet sometimes fragmented working relationships and friendships you form with your fellow film makers whilst making a movie together. These fervent and frenzied periods of consuming hard work, good times and concentrated comradery, are often then suddenly cut when a show ends, the reels lock, it's pens down and crew go their separate ways. Malcolm McDowell lamented about the ending of his relationship with Stanley Kubrick after he had finished filming "A Clockwork Orange" "I didnt understand at the time being a young actor that, the way of a film life is intense relationship, separate, intense relationship, separate". Here's to all our friends who have gone their seperate ways. Good thing now we have facebook. Hi Sunny!!!!