they're in my skin and my bones.
My wonderful night.

Some of my closest friends made a feature this past year in Ontario and last night was the Vancouver test screening.

We sold beer and gave out popcorn to all those who donated but it really it was just an excuse for all of us to get together and celebrate what in our community of post-film-school-filmmakers(and artists of all kinds) counts as a major success.

Afterwards we went to the bar, danced a little, caught up, debated both Shame and Showgirls and orchestrated what later became a giant caught on camera naked swim in English Bay inspired by one of the most beautiful scenes from the movie.

We were lucky that the police officer didn’t show up until about an hour later when everyone was clothed, finished drinking and just standing in a giant circle and shouting about… well more films. Apparently we got several noise complaints from the residents, poor rich Vancouverites.

On our way back from the beach as we were saying goodbye to those splitting, this shirtless kid came sauntering up and the first thing he said to us was “So my girlfriend broke up with me last month” then he continued to tell us how he lost his job and moved from Alberta to Whistler and was now stuck here. When we asked him where his shirt was he said his friends took it and his longboard and we were like “WELL THEY DON’T SOUND LIKE GOOD FRIENDS!” and just then one of our missing friends rides up from along the beachside on this guys longboard but it takes buddy a second to clue in, “OH JUST LIKE THAT ONE! THE SAME ACTUALLY!” … “FUCK MAN, THAT’S MY BOARD” we eventually parted with him and the rest of our friends but only after he tried to kiss like 4 of us (mostly just the boys).

So after a cab ride to the nearest McDonalds, 3 of us returned home to our friend’s place in Kits where this super sweet musician and his non-girlfriend were also staying and the 5 us stayed up all night laughing at a horrendous new nickname for the female genitalia, a beautifully hand written recipe to cook Heroin by the home owner’s mother and how one of us managed to fall asleep leaning on the floor, elbow on the ground supporting his head with his shoulder for a full 15 seconds as the rest of us just stared.

It took me approximately 2 hours (and some running through the city) to bus home to my shitty ass neighborhood this afternoon but it was also one of the most beautiful days ever.

I know none of you read this but that’s okay because I just missed my friends, a lot.

I woke up today

finally feeling stressed to get on with my life.

Since finishing school I decided to take some serious time off for myself, I didn’t really care what others thought about this because I went through a lot in the last couple years and I just wasn’t ready to start my life in film. I’m also 20 and have so many years of work ahead of me.

So I rested, saw my friends and coincidentally fell in love.

It’s been way longer than I expected but I needed this. I don’t make decisions based on what everyone else thinks I should do I base them on my gut and I needed this moment where I wanted to do it for myself.

But I’m finally back at that place where I’m excited to work hard, for a long long time.

Not to say that it wont still be scary as shit.

adastardlydeception:

mrsdentonorahippo:

Hastings Street in Vancouver 1967

It’s crazy to see this and know what it looks like now. For example, just to the left of Save-On-Meats is this little hole in the wall bar called Funky Winker Beans. Some good memories there.

Funky’s was our place in my first year of film school, we may have even been the cause of them changing over their karaoke nights. Absolutely no regrets.
I wish I could have seen the beauty these old streets used to hold.

adastardlydeception:

mrsdentonorahippo:

Hastings Street in Vancouver 1967

It’s crazy to see this and know what it looks like now. For example, just to the left of Save-On-Meats is this little hole in the wall bar called Funky Winker Beans. Some good memories there.

Funky’s was our place in my first year of film school, we may have even been the cause of them changing over their karaoke nights. Absolutely no regrets.

I wish I could have seen the beauty these old streets used to hold.

I miss my film school family.
Sitting outside at my old campus

watching Arrested Development and such while best friend writes the same English Diagnostic Test I had to last year for film school.

feels like old times ~*~

thrones:

Reppin’ the BTS crew aka me.

Fun fact: this is my all time favorite photo of me.

thrones:

Reppin’ the BTS crew aka me.

Fun fact: this is my all time favorite photo of me.

it’s really comforting being able to watch their trip as they document and upload to youtube.

Even though I still miss them the same, it’s nice to see their faces again every week.

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so several people so far have told me that our production design intensive teacher, who’s designed movies such as New Moon, The Day The Earth Stood Still, The Exorcism Of Emily Rose, The Look Out, etc. was like super impressed with my work last night and is talking about potential job opportunities.

OMFG.

We had our final screening tonight.

I won the award for best production design for the second year in a row.

I’m feeling pretty proud and privileged right now.

I’m so infinitely glad I went to film school instead of some boring run of the mill path.

or completely forgot to buy them…
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or completely forgot to buy them…

>.>

My group in Art History chose this poster artist for our presentation, it was so bad ass.
We even had a montage of movie clips next to their posters and for this one we chose Brodie’s rant about the kid sitting on the escalator.

My group in Art History chose this poster artist for our presentation, it was so bad ass.

We even had a montage of movie clips next to their posters and for this one we chose Brodie’s rant about the kid sitting on the escalator.

second year wrap party tonight,
attempting to gather peeps.
have a good night tumblr ~*~

second year wrap party tonight,

attempting to gather peeps.

have a good night tumblr ~*~

holy shit I just took my last exam and it was an in depth essay on this film.
BEST TEST EVERRRR.
actually the best part was watching it with everyone during lunch and like half making jokes half philosophically analyzing.

holy shit I just took my last exam and it was an in depth essay on this film.

BEST TEST EVERRRR.

actually the best part was watching it with everyone during lunch and like half making jokes half philosophically analyzing.