I remember standing in a beautiful, high-ceilinged loft in East London, watching a young director get misty-eyed over the “vibe” of the space, while I was busy staring at a massive, unmovable radiator and a window that faced a brick wall. He saw a masterpiece; I saw a nightmare of shadows and a total lack…
I once spent six hours on a documentary set in a damp basement in Bristol, watching a director scramble through a pile of disorganized notes while the sun went down and our only light source vanished. We had the best sensor money could buy, but we had no plan for how the scenes would actually…
I once spent four hours on a documentary set in a damp basement in Leeds, watching a kid half my age stare at a $50,000 sensor readout like it was going to tell him how to fix a muddy, flat image. He had the most expensive kit in the county, but he hadn’t even looked…