28 Oct 2010


After the shoot it’s kind of an unspoken rule that you usually hang around with the main guy, even if you’d rather be somewhere else. I don’t usually mind because I like watching people’s mouths when they talk.

We sat around drinking Decision Juice and playing a game where everyone has to burn me a “little” —with matches, or water from the kettle, or the oven grate, etc.

In each shot the camera pulls me inexorably forward, like the future happening again and again, scrubbing around the threshold of each decision. Later it gets out of hand, everyone gets loud and one of the main guys is just reading a phrase over and over: The result is the kind of panting and cackling we call laughter.

Published on 28 Oct 2010