Its 4:01 am. I am 28. I am at home in Bromley. on the internet. Things weren't meant to be like this at sl. What happened to the little genius in tights shorts and purple blazer who graced the streets of Bickley with reserved yet witty banter and missile precision academic prowess? Do I blame the OCD, BDD, BPD, Axis I, II or III diagnoses. Or do I blame myself. Or a thrid unknown? Or do I bear it like a bed of nails.
Here are some films I made in between being sick (tone shifts to more cheery):
My First no-budget film. Watch it!
A short/commercial I did for Krups. I think its out of sync. maybe not. if it is you can see it on www.espressoshorts.com
OR
A hurried, no budget music video for Goran Bregovic's "sex"
This actually was a film made with money during a short film course. This version cuts off right at the last word. I'll call it an alternate ending:
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