How Film Is Made
Part one of a rather fascinating Kodak public information film, dating from 1958.
In Swedish, but subtitled…
Part one of a rather fascinating Kodak public information film, dating from 1958.
In Swedish, but subtitled…
I decided to join the media circus covering Paris fashion week for a few days, and never was a word more apt than circus, the show is just as colourful outside the arena than on the catwalk itself.
Characters, for want of a better word, abound, wearing creations Westwood could never conceive in her wildest dreams, little boys and girls flounce around, hoping that a chance encounter will propel them onto the world fashion stage, the next big thing.
Overweight middle aged men armed to the teeth with A class cameras jostle for position, calling the glitterati by name, hoping for the shot that will justify the expense of the aforementioned kit.
Autograph hunters squeal with delight when some Vuitton clad vixen glances in their direction, it doesn’t matter who it is, the pen does indeed become mightier than the sword, laying waste to forests of paper. and, as this morning, the occasional metro ticket.
Throughout the maelstrom the hardened Paparazzi smoke cigarettes, exchanging anecdotes in a veritable Babel of language, oblivious to the free show provided around them.
The A list step out, 5 minutes of thermonuclear flashes light up the street, and it’s over, the circus moves onto the next venue, and normality steps back to take control of the streets.
I’m amused and confused all at once.
Could I do this for a living?
I’m not so sure.
But for now, it brings a smile or two…
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