you will not be going to the ball...
(in the words of victor meldrew)
I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
the afore mentioned artist that had me, and many other people, working on her video 'changed her mind'.
we were confirmed: flights were being booked and the art dept. in morocco were making paper maché masks as per instruction etc... etc...
i am (very) unamused...
i have wasted a LOT of time and metal energy on this now.
in fact, you could say i'm fucked off...which is unusual.
even more amazingly, the same artist came up with her own idea and wondered if i'd like to direct that.
NO.
don't be asking me to shoot any of your stills either.
thank god i did my VAT return this morning instead of drawing the story boards and doing the shot list that i'd been thinking about all last night.
this afternoon, i went to maximum's school to discuss his being so incredibly stubborn and refusing to do things at school that he doesn't want to.
he is like the super-fusion of both me and mrs.perou (who are both ridiculously stubborn bastards).
if maximum doesn't want to do something, he just WON'T...and the (good old) days of a good thrashing are gone, so what can you do...?
plead?
this afternoon, the devil came over to do the deal with me for a £17,500 contract to lease a hasselblad h2d and phase 1 p30+ back etc...
the feeling that i was selling my soul was reinforced by the fact the lease company immediately drove down from shoreditch to the farm to get me to sign on the dotted line.
real spooky.
i think i'm going to strap a spotlight on the end of my shotgun and do some night clay shooting.
need to get some of this aggression out of my system.
GGGGRRRRrrrrrrr: FUCK OFF!
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