Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Last Days #1

Years end.

After blissful and bitter times in our studio in Fitzroy, we're moving to exciting new digs in Brunswick. This new space, Bird, is a gathering of some damned fine folks. It's a space dedicated to the kind of filmmaking we love and the kinds of film we love and the ways of working that we want to make possible. So, our old studio was boxed up - posters, unmade scripts, old archives, hard drives, reels and tapes and negs piles of paper of inexplicable use and meaning - and shipped over the beautiful new space. We unpacked some boxes. We finished our doco. We did some accounts. We made a catalogue of all that had been lost and overlooked in the chaos of recent years. We looked at neglected notebooks and embraced neglected friends. We washed the clothes we'd worn in the final weeks of grading, mixing and dancing. We drank more than we should and finally saw our families once more.

2010 was a bitch of a year. But it was beautiful, too. It was a horror and it was extraordinary. What can you do with a year like that except thank the gods you got to experience it. And the final days of the year were just as beautiful and strange as all the days before...


Empty Bird.

Detail #1. Shelf of 236 Brunswick St, prior to the move.

Detail #2. Shelf of 236 Brunswick St, prior to the move.


Detail #3. Shelf of 236 Brunswick St, prior to the move.

Detail #4. Shelf of 236 Brunswick St, prior to the move.

Detail #5. Shelf of 236 Brunswick St, prior to the move.

A poster on my wall.

A sky outside my window.

Washing.

A celebratory drink.

Some rain.

And rain.

The handsome men of Bird. (L-R Jono Hill, Tim Mummery)

Rosebud's vision of her dad Glendyn. (C - Glendyn Ivin)

AFI awards after party as the good folks of Animal Kingdom swept the pool. (L-R Bec Smith, Peter Sciberras, Amiel Courtin-Wilson)

A moment away from shooting Hail for Amiel.

Damned fine folks. (L-R Peter, Amiel, Adam Arkapaw, Bec)

Empty Bird reprise. The future looks bright.

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