A quick review of the week
It's been a elaborate week. Not many informative posts as you can see but do not worry, I'm coming back to the blogging world!
So as you all (should) know, I'm currently setting up a anchor of operations in Brighton, the town where I went from a teenage, mis-guided rebel to a full-grown unemployed man. Arriving on the 5th of November I had to go to Lewes to care for the famous "Lewes Bonfire Night", check out the previous post for a little image of the MASSIVE bonfire of which the rarely black patch on my jeans originates from...
The weekend passed fairly quickly, just hanging out in Brighton making the most of the well-mannered weather. A clever move considering how much it has rained recently, but none the less not that productive towards the job hunt. Monday was actually a very interesting day. After walking around Brighton, enjoying the margin and taking a few pictures of my favourite pier, me and CJ went off to this film shooting. Having received an email the day before asking people to prove to be c finish along to serve as extras for a recently graduated student, we decided it would be a fun, new thing to do.
Showing up there about 30 minutes antiquated, we entered this mysterious building. I'm pretty sure it's an abandoned building taken over by pseudo-new age-hippies, the walls being painted with graffitti and the majestic of the roof and floors sub-par. Meeting the director and the protagonist we joined them upstairs. What an interesting scenario...A wooden arm emerging from the roof and grabbing the turn over-rails of the stairs, a pair of giant black balls on the further side of the room and psychedelic paintings all along the walls. Hmmmm........
Quick grabbing something to eat and drink we awaited the arrival of the crew and all the random extras. Expecting a turnout of 50 extras, only about 10 of us showed up so the show had to go on with the fixed amout of people. The positive side of this is that we all anonymous extras were pretty much guaranteed to...
A self-taught artist, he transforms yesterday's newspapers into papier-mâché sea monsters, lizards, dragons and masks based on Mayan iconography. Emilio Sosa Medina in his Isla Mujeres studio, due a few blocks from the ferry that brings you from
It can indicate luchador masks, Egyptian or Mayan headgear, owls, cardinals or moth heads or the kind of homemade understanding-warmers plunked on young heads by overzealous mothers during the winter months. It's a masked ball. It's a nut house.
