Day trip.

It was a long time ago since I shot film.
Then again it’s almost a year since I saw Steve as well.

Coming to a different country for ten years, to study, to work, to live in general, isn’t all lattes and Instagrams. It requires certain sacrifices.
So it’s rare to have someone you’ve known from high school to be in the same city.

Steve played that role of ‘someone’.

Sure we didn’t really catch up regularly, but it’s comforting to know that some part of you were here.
And if you bumped into each other on the streets, it’s no big deal.
It’s just like home. Just like before.

Last year, Steve resigned from his architecture firm, and went home, with his fiancée.

They came back recently to fix up loose ends.
As fake tourists.
Doing day trips that we’ve never even bothered before.
Buying souvenirs.
Pre-wedding sessions.

It is bitter sweet.
But at the same time, reassuring.
Knowing that the next time we meet, it’s no big deal.
Just like before.
I guess, this is simply adulthood?

These shots were taken with a Leica M6, 50mm Summicron on Fuji 400H.

Mount Dandenong Pre Wedding Photographer
Mount Dandenong Pre Wedding Photographer
Mount Dandenong Pre Wedding Photographer
Mount Dandenong Pre Wedding Photographer
Mount Dandenong Pre Wedding Photographer
Mount Dandenong Pre Wedding Photographer
Mount Dandenong Pre Wedding Photographer

Godard.

Take a camera, shoot something, and show it to someone. Anyone.

It can be a friend, your next-door neighbour, or the grocer down the street, it doesn’t matter. Show your audience what you’ve shot and observe their reaction. If they seem to find it interesting, then shoot something else.

For instance, make a film about a typical day in your life. But find an interesting way of telling it.

If the description of your day is ‘I got up, shaved, had some coffee, made a phone call…’ and on screen we actually see you getting up, shaving, having coffee, and making a phone call, you will quickly realise that this is not interesting at all.

You must then think and discover what else there is in your day, which you can show it to make it more interesting. And then you must try that.

And maybe it won’t work. So you’ll have to think of another way. And maybe what you’ll eventually realise is that you’re not interested in making a film about your typical day.

So make a film about something else.

But ask yourself why – always ask yourself why.

If you want to make a film about your girlfriend, make a film about your girlfriend. But do it completely: go to museums and look at the way great masters painted the women they loved. Read books and see how authors talk about the women they love.

Then make a film about your girlfriend.

All this you can do on video.

Panavision cameras, spotlights, dollies? You’ll have plenty of time to worry about that later on.

- Jean-Luc Godard.

(Taken from Laurent Tirard’s book, Moviemakers’ Master Class: Private Lessons from the World’s Foremost Directors. I don’t agree with understand most of Godard’s movie. I remember my brains frying while watching Alphaville.

But this creative process, is so spot on that I cannot, not share.)

 

Melbourne ‘Fusian’ Wedding – Christina & Gaurav

Christina and Gaurav met during university.

However, ‘it’ didn’t happen then; they became an item further down the road.

I think there’s something endearing about that.

Sometimes we over-dramatise the puppy loves, the high school sweethearts.

As if there’s an optimal time to fall in love, to pursue happiness.

With an expiry date lurking in the back.

What hogwash.

Melbourne Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra
Melbourne Chinese Indian Wedding at Leonda by the Yarra

 

tohm - spectacular man.

Ringlet.

“Look at that man’s shopping bag.”
“Which one? ”
“That one. Look. ”
“Is that .. a living duck?”
“Yup, next to a living chicken.”

We were at the weekday night market at Ringlet.
Five minutes later we would realise that the market was almost exclusive to foreign workers.
Those who work at the tea farms, strawberry fields.
Bus drivers, lorry drivers.
Single mothers with their kids, buying stuff from other single mothers.

I was feeling crap before Ringlet.
Cameron Highlands in Malaysia was nothing like I remembered.
There’s a Starbucks, followed by Colonel Sanders up at Brinchang.
We saw ads targeting Japanese selling retirement villages.
And the lake in front of our hotel – The Lakehouse,  is not really a lake anymore.
Not exactly a peaceful highland getaway like I promised Chika.

But Ringlet, looking back almost six months later, was perhaps the closest to how I remembered my younger years.

I guess what I”m trying to say is that, nostalgia hits you harder as you grow older.
And it could come from anywhere; not necessarily the place you form your memories.

It could be in the form of a matchbox, or bread packaging.
The orange plastic plate used to serve your Char Kuey Teow.
It could be the smell, the parking meters.
The way I had to reassure Chika that cars will stop if you stick your hand out with open palms.

I left Ringlet knowing it was perhaps the last time I’ll see Ringlet again.

The dudes are emerging.

I stumbled across this video yesterday.
Numerous takes of Robert Downey Jr filming a scene from Tropic Thunder across Ben Stiller.
(Context: Ben is directing from the other side of the camera.)

If you are doing, had done, or have attempted to do something creative, you will know when I mention the ‘dreaded feeling of hopelessness’.
When you flip open a book, clicked on some forwarded link, even glanced at someone’s status update.
That sinking feeling that you will never, ever amount to that level of creativity / fame / productivity / beard growing / cats.

So, what has this got to do with the video?
Well, first, acting is not easy.
Also, it’s kinda entertaining to see how an American pretends to be an Australian pretending to be an African American.
Next point: If you think it gets any easier when you go pro or famous, chances are, it does not.

The final scene in the movie is about 20 seconds long.
But as you can see after 12 minutes, the camera is still rolling.
Can you imagine putting in 36 times the effort in everything you do?
Well, apparently that’s what the professionals do.
For a comedy.

I know it sounds like I’m going off on a ‘ you gotta, gotta do what you love ‘ tangent, but I’m not.
‘Do what you love’ is so Y2K, even ads don’t say that anymore.

Being professional is never about passion.
It’s about delivering the same result, on the dot, rain or shine.
Knowing that you can perform at a constant level without flinching.
Without your own emotions (or worse, ego) getting in the way.