Of orange love scenes and perfect Saturdays

I am jumping up high, higher and higher. No...literally, Florence and the Machine has that effect on me.

That and the fact that I must surely have the best combination of very gifted actors, a brilliant Director of Photography and a very versatile Producer. The first love scene for my thesis film went off well today. I had butterflies looking at M and J kiss n our tangerine lit attic room.....

Later we unwinded with a bottle of wine and idle banter with Adrienne's duck Dexter and four dogs

Days like this remind me why I should never give up on my long term dream of directing...

And oh yes, the London-US call was the best 3 hour of non-stop laughter I've had in a long time. 

Thanks A :)

For once.....

I don't like updates. As in I don't like giving updates in the form of a blog post (shouldn't I be maintaing a super secretive journal in that case ?) but I am making an exception tonight.

Because.....I had a marvelous evening. Six weeks away from graduating and wrapping up this dream of a bubble/ blissful academic experience that Newhouse School at Syracuse has been, I am grappling with the potential to make the best of the time left.

How am I doing that? To begin with, I took up two thesis films. That's right TWO.

I am Producing a short fantasy fiction for children and Directing a coming of age story about a young woman's effort to break through the stereotypes associated with exploring one's sexuality. Yes. They are completely different at the opposite ends of the spectrum. And that's the beauty of being involved with this craft.

The real challenge is directing two very crucial love scenes in the second one. C my Producer/Writer called  our lead actors over for drinks today and I swear I am not advocating the use of alcohol, but it did make a difference to creating a very nice comfort level between our actors. 


It's a bit bizarre at times at how involved you have to become as a director helping your actors shape a mood or experience that will dictate a scene and then detach yourself from it almost immediately and let that scene become theirs. 

The wine must have helped because I communicated what I wanted from my actors perfectly. And to my relief, M and J locked themselves away in C's room and rehearsed their scene. It's ironic, but it was my male lead who was more nervous about the intimacy than the female actor. Hallejuah!

Later, C and I decided to give ourselves a break and headed to the only Irish pub on campus. C's cell was flooded with texts from two different guys both wanting to spend the evening with her.


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I am barely a feminist but for once, cheers to the women I work with. It was truly OUR evening. We danced away with each other barely concerned about the lack of male company in our river dance stunt

Salut!