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November 20, 2008
Ephemera 1
- While at The Strand seeking to reacquaint myself with Virginia Woolf, a woman walked past me with an armful of books and muttered: "Stay right there, I need to take your picture."
- I ran six miles in Central Park and then slept for as many hours and dreamed of phone calls.
- I had the most surreal and memorable experience of my filmmaking career on Sunday, but I can't talk about it.
- I peeled an orange and it made my fingers smell like Christmas.
- I told a strange lie that I can't quite figure out.
- There's something in the air.
Posted by David Lowery at November 20, 2008 2:33 AM
Comments
Hang on! I'm coming!
Posted by: Matthew at November 20, 2008 9:50 AM
Did that strange lie have something to do with a VHS camcorder?
Posted by: Clay Liford at November 20, 2008 4:33 PM
No, that part was true. At least until we realized the camera only worked when it was plugged into the wall.
Posted by: David Lowery at November 21, 2008 2:21 PM
I say go with it. Shoot the entire movie from the vantage of one wall outlet. Now that's a true creative limitation right there. Actually, seeing that camera did kick my nostalgia gear into overdrive. Curious to see what you guys come up with.
Posted by: Clay Liford at November 22, 2008 12:18 AM
Well, now that we've decided to shoot 90% of this movie in one room, that might be a possibility.
Posted by: David Lowery at November 22, 2008 6:18 PM
Oranges do smell of Christmas.
Posted by: R at November 26, 2008 8:05 PM