These Are The Last Words...

My last few weeks in London were extremely tough, to the point of nervous breakdown. Quite literally every project I was working on (and at the high point, it was about five at once) went wrong in some way, and I personally lost a fairly hefty amount of money on two videos going over budget. I don't really want to talk about it, because it would involve me saying things that might hurt other people's feelings.

Adding to my worries, I still haven't been paid yet by the fashion week job (two weeks of working until midnight every night) and they've gone all silent. Great, because I really need to be out another grand-plus on a gig.

I also had to fire an editor off a super-urgent project (and thus the editing of said project became part of my already crippling workload) due to some reasons which once again fall into the "hurtful to others to discuss" category. The tragicomic cherry on the cake was the MD of said editor's production company stopping by, taking a look at some of my work (including the Amanda Palmer video, no I don't have a release date for it yet), saying they're about to do a big relaunch, and suggesting they might want to rep me. My response? "Hell no." The issues surrounding the editor suggested much larger issues within the company, and my gut instinct was just, "steer clear".

I got back to America Wednesday (having shot "Guilty Pleasure" on Monday and spent Tuesday returning crap from the shoot to companies across London). Since touching down, I've pretty much been editing nonstop on the super-urgent project. It's all done. The artist likes it. But the VFX which were supposed to be done and with me by Friday are not, in fact, with me. So I'm over an already stretched deadline. Can't a girl ever catch a break?

It's been a month to try even Job. I don't go over deadline. I don't go over budget. I deliver good stuff. But God, I'm tired of nickel-and-diming it. Speaking of which, here's a video I did for £100 last December and which is only now getting a release: (clicky on picture to go to vid)

Soon to come by me are "Last Words" by The Real Tuesday Weld, "Guilty Pleasure" by Manda Rin and of course "Leeds United" by Amanda Palmer. The Manda Rin shoot went really well, especially given the horror of its preproduction. It was an... ambitious video for its budget, shall we say. But it looks like it's turning out the way I intended - sexy and girly and wrong and very funny, with bonus art attack. Once it's finished and out in the world, I'll post my original pitch for it up on Radar for the curious.

Lastly, I've decided to give up blogging. For a lot of reasons, encompassing it being hard to write about the downside of the industry without angering/hurting people (and thus I find myself unable to convey an accurate picture of what goes on in my directing life), it being about time I finished my damn Wrecking Ball screenplay, and it being not necessarily a thing I agree with to know too much about the artist behind the work. So from now on, unless you know me in real life, you will have to be content with knowing me only through the work (which will be posted on LJ, Facebook, Youtube and Vimeo). At some point next week, my website will be replaced with a simple photo front page and some links to my videos. It's been some good years, but it's always worth leaving a party while you're still having fun. Ciao, and happy trails.