I was asked to shoot and edit John and Edward at a heat magazine shoot.
I’m actually really pleased with how it came out, hope you like it.
Stef.
I was asked to shoot and edit John and Edward at a heat magazine shoot.
I’m actually really pleased with how it came out, hope you like it.
Stef.
This is just a small experiment.
It’s about the fate of sparks and the one holding them.
Who’s Marshall, Act 01 of 02.
Barry has found out today from his girlfriends uncle that his girlfriend of three weeks is dating a guy called Marshall. Barry finds this very upsetting and attempts to win his loves heart back through the medium of online video.
Act 2 will be here in the next couple of days.
A couple of weeks ago, I was invited as a + 1 to the premier of the new film ‘The Invention of Lying’ by Ricky Gervais. After the screening, I found myself in the reception area exchanging pleasantries with a younger, less weathered version of Richard Branson: “So what do you do?” he asked me with a warm white smile. “I work for Heat magazine, what about you?” I replied with a beige toothy grin. “I manage Ricky along with some other comedians” was his pastoral reply.
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Hello you lot of carbon based human people types.
Sorry that it’s been so long since I posted anything on here but I’ve been a busy bee working on video stuff.
I just invested my girlfriend’s savings in a new editing studio so most of my free time is spent trying to get my head around Aftereffects and Premiere which I assure you is no spring walk.
Anyway here is my first bit of work, hope you like it. Read the rest of this entry »

When my ex decided she wanted to have an argument, that was it – I would be dragged in kicking and screaming, hysterically trying to claw my way out before it got rooted, but to no avail. One minute I would be blissfully happy, skipping though space and time scattering daisy petals along the way, then out of nowhere I would be wrenched into a vortex of misery where darkness enveloped all substance. This vortex was so putrid and vile it made the Holocaust look like a Sunday lunch on a damp May afternoon. Read the rest of this entry »

I sent my latest blog to a friend over MSN and this was his response…
s t e f says:
Check out my latest blog mate
ryan says:
oh dear
ryan says:
when did u become so insecure that you needed to write a blog Read the rest of this entry »

Gone are the hazy days of after-parties, sweaty spontaneous hand shakes with gleeful gurns and strange walks home at surreal hours that I never knew existed. Jesus, I basically invented clubbing. But now clubbing, like some petulant child-turned-monster has asked his master’s age, before howling with laughter, spitting in his face then scurrying back to a bunch of wide eyed, pigeon-chested children. Read the rest of this entry »

A true story…
I was 24 (4 years ago) and feeling like total shit after my break-up with my first love.
All colour was drained out of the world and I needed something to heave my sorry ass out of a hole of self-pity.
A close friend of mine, James, invited me up to London for a “night to remember”. With knuckles dragging three metres behind me, I slumped onto the train. Resting back on the greasy headrest, I gazed through the aqua glass at the leafless, crippled trees slowly waving by my long pale face.
It’s ironic how when you’re feeling down, all of the world’s imperfections, corrosions and deformities magnify themselves. It’s like you can hear a depressing bus stop plastered with artless graffiti and scattered with broken glass screaming for your attention.
The problem is, when you nurture a seed of depression it thrives and before you know it, its everywhere and feeds on your awareness of its very existence.
Anyway, enough with the tortured analogies and back to the story… Read the rest of this entry »
I had a ‘great idea’ a few days ago, however like all my ‘great ideas’ it involved too much actual effort to peruse.
The idea was to create a website where people can sign up to boycott products and services of advertisers who wade into our brains while whistling a carefree tune and swinging a bucket of shit, before promptly tipping it out, and then, with a jaunty heel-click, skipping straight back out, leaving us with the steaming mess to sort out. Read the rest of this entry »