Red Carpet #2

Okay. So, we had our launch. I loved it. I hated it, too, for passing so quickly and for being so overwhelming that I can't remember much of it except for the initial desire to die when the screening began, the desire to drink my weight in free beer to silence my nerves, and, later, the desire to curl up in the corner with every one's kind words and scratch them into a pile like some creepy, aging rodent, and, finally, the desire to make the night last for ever - which, to be honest, we gave a pretty red hot go at doing.

There are probably only a handful of times in your life where you can gather all the people you love, dig, and want to hang tuff with, into one place and ask them to bear with you while you indulge in the rare opportunity of humiliating and exposing yourself. It's a rare and strange privilege. And this rare, strange opportunity went off without a hitch. Lots of love, emotion, generosity, party pies, free wine, beautiful folks, sleazy dancing, achingly lovely songs, heartfelt speeches, good yarns, great friends, grinning family. We got to share it all with the beautiful folks of our extended Black Arm Band family with who we shared the journey and the film along the way. One of the great night's of this strange little life.

Below is a random arrangement of shots taken by the pretty damned great photographer Leah Robertson: