Thank you South African Society of Cinematographers for recognising my work on this beautiful film that speaks to real human vulnerability and alienation. I feel privilege to have been part of the amazing team that made it. Works like this make the pain that goes into filmmaking all worthwhile. It’s on Amazon Prime good people. Please give it a glance.
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Wishing myself a happy 60th!
A happy 100th day alcohol free!
I feel fantastic, strong and ready to go
I’m super-excited for what the next era holds
The gift for which i’m most grateful, is the love and support i’ve received from you beautiful people. Thank you. That there is real love and friendship out there means the world. Life is fabulous and great with you in it. Love you all ❤️
PS: Pic of me when i was a lot younger. I was at the Radium Beerhall and made a new buddy @tonybloemstein , who sketched sketched this caricature over a frosty or two. The rest of the day is a bit of blur but i do remember laughing a lot as the perfect sunset beamed gloriously upon us all.
Beautiful Arri Alura T2.8 zoom@lenses for rental. These brilliant lenses are 15.5-45mm and 30-80mm. I’ve matched them with Arri master primes and other prime lenses. DM me if interested for your shoot.
I represented South Africa at the world trampoline, mini-trampoline & tumbling championships in 1974,76 and 78, (even though SA was sanctioned from international sports at the time), at the ages 10,12 and 14. My mother Bernice was my chaperone in 74 and 76. I trained and competed in many cities as we travelled across the USA, to Canada and a few countries Europe. The rand was so strong then that the rest of the world was cheap for us. In june 76, on a team visit to the UN in NY I learnt of apartheid for the very first time. When alighting the bus we were met by a biggish group of protestors handing out pamphlets that stated - 100’s die in SA every day. It’s also the day i broke my nose on a heavy security door at the UN. Anyway we rushed to our hotel to call home, and tend to my injury. News in SA was highly censored and dad in linksfield was oblivious to what was happening in Soweto (just on the other side of town). Anyway mom taught me so much on that trip. On a flight to Europe i overheard two older team mates talking about a blow job they got for $15, R7.50. I asked them what that is. They told me to go ask my mom sitting a few rows ahead. Mom, being a hairdresser at the time laughed and said it’s the same as blow wave. I believed her and went back to tell the guys I know what it is… She also taught me to smuggle, a b&w portable television into SA where the were banned at the time. We returned home to a changed country shortly after the Soweto riots. Bizarrely, in Canada, I received a telegram from then prime minister John Vorster congratulating me… Anyway got to see the world and i’ll always cherish that. Today 18.06 mom would have turned 82. She passed on just over 30 years ago. She was our rock, a light and a beautiful soul. I miss her everyday. Mom, I salute you!
