up rather late, at 9ish.

emails.

skated to Tim Page's place for half ten. spoke for an hour.

meeting with a friend at 1. on the way, received a wrong number/prank "if you call this number again, you'll be fucking murdered".

lovely!

get off the train, see a policeman, chat with him for a bit about said phone call. "serious business".

coffee with tess was fantastic.

uni, three fantastic short docos on some amazing stuff. cool footage of Trent Parke and Narelle Autio shooting around martin place... beautiful stuff.

then shot on set of my mates new film, nothing spectacular, they're still pretty much in pre prod.

and then shot a reading at metro arts.

shot street before the last bus. in this time i met some cool people, gave 2 dollars to some skank who i noticed about 20 mins. later really didn't need said 2 dollars, however i have a picture of her asking a lovely old man for money (my condition for my initial donation, that i could follow her plight at half ten in queen street).

so....

her fucking loss

now... editing through the audio from the convo with Mr Page.

now that it's friday, later today ill go to the lab, the framing place, uni, work and then shoot more theatre and THEN go OUT!

yes.

so when are holidays?

i want to lock myself in a darkroom with lounge music and about 20 rolls. make contacts and then do some of this b+w shit that is waiting... waiting...

cheers,

morgs

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nailed to a frisbee and flung over a rainbow