"Oh my goodness" - my first words after I saw the new Smirnoff 'Triple Distilled' ad. Gorgeous. The music. The editing(obviously). The cinematography. Big up to JWT London.
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Friday, October 21, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Les feuilles mortes
The country seems to come alive with colour at this time of year. The grass seems greener. The trees such brilliant colours you'd think they'd been individually painted with fresh tins of Dulux paint. The air has a crispness that you can feel as you breathe in, laying a subtle hint that winter's on it's way. The combination made it almost one of those ideal days.
It was only after recovering from my award winning night at Amy's - a late night which almost resulted in me oversleeping and missing delivering a friend to the train station - that I discovered what a nice day it would be.
The afternoon was spent re-arranging music for a couple of more TV ads. From my seat in the 'studio' the window frames a gorgeous vista alight with colour. Nice inspiration, if only I wasn't arranging Christmas carols. After a productive stint in the aural realm I decided I needed to get out and feel the day.
So I walked. Past trees. Through green green grass. Past bleating lambs, and their protective mothers. Under bridges. Seeing, smelling, thinking, and just feeling good.
In this case a picture wouldn't have painted the right 1000 words so I decided to blog it.
It was only after recovering from my award winning night at Amy's - a late night which almost resulted in me oversleeping and missing delivering a friend to the train station - that I discovered what a nice day it would be.
The afternoon was spent re-arranging music for a couple of more TV ads. From my seat in the 'studio' the window frames a gorgeous vista alight with colour. Nice inspiration, if only I wasn't arranging Christmas carols. After a productive stint in the aural realm I decided I needed to get out and feel the day.
So I walked. Past trees. Through green green grass. Past bleating lambs, and their protective mothers. Under bridges. Seeing, smelling, thinking, and just feeling good.
In this case a picture wouldn't have painted the right 1000 words so I decided to blog it.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Blogging this phlog
Well I think I'm up to date now with all my photos - until I find that there's a film still in my camera needing exposure. Quite likely.
I keep toying with the idea of blogging this 'phlog' rather than phlogging what began as a blog. It seems to be the done thing these days to have your thoughts read by anyone and everyone. Which isn't all that bad I guess, you certainly discover there are some interesting people out there. You also discover sides to some people you know but would never discover otherwise. So I'm not sure if the world is ready to hear my thoughts, heck half the time I don't even want to hear my thoughts. Like now, for example, my brain is on at least 8 coherent tangents(endless incoherent ones) which is why this has taken me about 20 minutes to get to here.
The new job change so far has been expensive and draining. I made the decision to ditch suits after 4 years and felt the expense of having to stock up my wardrobe with stylish fitted shirts and complimentary(perhaps that should be complementary) jeans and trousers. And the 3 and a half+ hours of travelling each day is starting to take its toll. Combined with the fact that everything I'm doing at work is new, people are new, places are new it's a bit draining. Yet it can all change for 83 seconds when making the treck home in a city of 9million people where I know perhaps 10 I see a pleasantly familiar face. Nice :)
I keep toying with the idea of blogging this 'phlog' rather than phlogging what began as a blog. It seems to be the done thing these days to have your thoughts read by anyone and everyone. Which isn't all that bad I guess, you certainly discover there are some interesting people out there. You also discover sides to some people you know but would never discover otherwise. So I'm not sure if the world is ready to hear my thoughts, heck half the time I don't even want to hear my thoughts. Like now, for example, my brain is on at least 8 coherent tangents(endless incoherent ones) which is why this has taken me about 20 minutes to get to here.
The new job change so far has been expensive and draining. I made the decision to ditch suits after 4 years and felt the expense of having to stock up my wardrobe with stylish fitted shirts and complimentary(perhaps that should be complementary) jeans and trousers. And the 3 and a half+ hours of travelling each day is starting to take its toll. Combined with the fact that everything I'm doing at work is new, people are new, places are new it's a bit draining. Yet it can all change for 83 seconds when making the treck home in a city of 9million people where I know perhaps 10 I see a pleasantly familiar face. Nice :)
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