Everything is personal.
(And most everything here is mine unless otherwise indicated.)
It felt more than appropriate. I ran across the street from the location to the liquor store. Tequila to finish off the shoot. Twenty foot flats coming down. More medium rollers than I can count. More strobe heads than I’ve used in the past. We came up with a made up world for one shot. 8 am call time. A few hours of sleep prior. Finished editing a 10 day shoot that took me days to edit. Yesterday we built the set and we came up with our intricate lighting. The day before, Friday, I landed JFK at 6 am. I napped for an hour. Checked emails. Revised notes. Tech scout at 10 am. Discussions on how to tackle our little project. (Little is an understatement.) I went back home. Cat nap for another hour. Then back to the city for a pre production meeting. The day before, Thursday, I was in Los Angeles. For the first time ever I had an (amazing) cinematographer to my right, and most of the crew that goes with shooting a video. For two days we had the ambitious task of shooting stills and motion of a new music band. I’m infatuated with their music. I can’t believe months before I was telling myself, “I’m ready to shoot motion.” And then this fell in my lap. (Thank you Roland.) Tuesday was the tech scout for this shoot, at one of my favorite places in LA: Elysian Park. Monday night I fly to LA from JFK. The day before, Sunday, I’m flying from San Juan, Puerto Rico to JFK. I spent a few days shooting an assignment for a travel magazine. Probably my last time there. I’ve been there too many times now, sorry. Rewind a few days before: took some time off in Fire Island with some friends. (When I moved to New York I had no idea that such amazing beaches could be had so close to the city.) Road trip from Tennessee to Montana before that. Rewind some more, you will find me sailing off the coast of Lima. Before that was Rio de Janeiro for two days. Lima (again?!?). Quito, Ecuador, on assignment. Driving and flying all over Colombia before that (the assignment I just finished editing last night). California for a good friend’s wedding. Aspen, and then Atlanta, on assignment. Montana for family (and personal project). Go back some more: it all started (this summer I mean) with an infamous trip to Costa Rica (that turned out good). That was June.
If you made it this far down my (slightly egotistical) stream-of-consciousness rant, it is to tell you I’m so incredibly grateful. Every so often I get asked if I’m happy. The answer is yes, yes, yes, yes! I don’t care if I’m falling asleep trying to finish an edit knowing I have to wake up for a shoot in just a few hours. I chose this. I want this so bad. And I want it more. I’m fucking hungry. Always. Though I write this because I often have to pinch myself that it’s happening. That it’s real. Because once upon a time I really didn’t think it was possible. I didn’t believe I could pull it off. Once you do, it’s like… damn.
Where did the goddamn summer go?