If you’re ever interested in seeing how good and great and patient and kind the people in your life are I suggest producing an overly ambitious narrative short film with your friends. I’m learning so much, messing up some stuff, really nailing some other stuff.
Professionally, there are simply too many people for me to responsibly try to thank for showing up and working on this or supporting us. So a big blanket thank you, one I really mean in my bones. Personally, my mom, sister, bestfriend endured months of my stress, secret crying, small wins. I’m so lucky to have that.
@dustiecar // @mikedaltondp I don’t even know what to say. Sometimes I was so mad. Often I wondered why we were putting ourselves through it. But, then we’d catch this little minute of flow and the vibe would be so indescribably immaculate it would give me goosebumps. Thank you for bringing me along.
More on this when I’ve got it because chill is not a trait I possess.
When you start digging, you realize the real stories were never thrown away, they just waiting to be found.
Dumpster Archeology a documentary that proves the most overlooked places often hold the most honest narratives.
What looks like discard becomes discovery.
What’s forgotten becomes a record.
Streaming now on @documentaryplus
Cast: @strangelewy
production by: @stolen.sun
producer: @iam_kiley
director: @dustiecar
director of photography: @mikedaltondp
editor: @50chent
1st AC: @cam_assist
gaffer: @tim_hawn
key grip: James Gamble
sound mixer: @stlaudiopost
sound designer: @coltonjackson_12
original music: @thefevaa
colorist: @clarkgriffiths
We have a locked cut but you can’t see it yet. I’ve submitted lots of spreadsheets and receipts. I talked to our accountant on the phone a lot. Last night on a meeting about our taxes, Dustin texted “I can hear you laughing” as he talked us through our return. I put myself on mute and kept laughing.
“I have my master’s degree” I whispered to myself, then yelled at the top of my lungs right before @dustiecar shot this.
We all laughed and I blinked back tears. It was day 4/6 around 10pm. I was using hand soap, a small brush and bottled water to scrub bright pink melted ice cream off of the sidewalk in front of a downtown diner.
The next morning they brought donuts to set and Dustie and I walked around the block with our coffees and laughed about it.
**Writers note: I did not cry on set. I’m a professional so I waited until I got into my car.
I really wanted to post something bad on Instagram today. I texted a few of my friends to ask if I should. I even asked my mom. I waited about thirty minutes and then I lost my gumption, probably for the best.
Man, it’s been a wild ride. My grid is all Spain this and Hawaii that. But my days are filled with early gym hours, zillions of emails and plenty of balls-to-the-wall capital D Dysfunction. Family can be complicated. Someday I might write a script about it (@dustiecar ). You probably wouldn’t believe it if I told you.
So today I won’t, instead here is lamp. Lamp in Spain. Cha-cha-cha. 💃🏻
Shot a cookbook and things got a little steamy 😏
Thanks @iam_kiley for helping me eat my way through this one 🤗
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There was this pizza place about a mile walk from our hotel that we’d been to on our last trip. This time it became a bit of a home base. We learned the menu. We craved their olives, we talked about them all the time. I noticed this orange hanging in the tree all alone. On our last night, we ordered most all of the menu and talked about what we were most excited to go home to. I could only think to answer “steamed broccoli”. Anyway, the orange was still there when we left and I’m still thinking about the olives.
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