
I'm smashed.
Spent the afternoon honoring a shoot for Filmminute.com against a backdrop of other work.
The mission?
Filminute wants to develop its aggregated content into a fully fledged show, with the added caveat of making it "edgy" using the VJ Way, shot on a competitive budget.
I'd previously advised on some drop-in segments from the filminute team in various regions around the world.
Those were segued into a show format devised with one of the show's executive.
Then time to record some links to bump against the core content of the show; the finalist for this year's comp.
Their key partner, Selfridges has built a customised cinema in the store's lounge showing the films on a loop, which provided some good appropriate backdrops.
That went on for best part of the afternoon, with the show's exec proving to be an adept presenter.
Job done.
My rucksack, despite a huge improvement on my previous life in broadcast where we'd be hauling around blondes and redheads ( rigging lights), mini jib, digibeta, and vinten tripods etc., still felt like a sack of potatoes.
Though I might put that down to the hardback books, the equivalent of an A1 slabs, I had been carrying to varsity to devise new modules in multimedia.

Then there was a cataclysmic breakdown in the trains on the way home, which resulted in a circuitous series of buses.
Grrr.
I'll post some shots from the shoot over the weekend when I get to edit it.
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