It is always so amazing to notice the tree outside my window. It appears that nothing is happening but it is always changing. From fallen leaves to blossoming sprouts, to flowers with seeds. I stand in front of a big computer screen knowing today is the last day to complete the edit. This moment takes me back to Paris, during a visit in the early days of my business.
My dear friend Benoit and I played all day, walking through different museums, artist salons, cafes, and then a jazz club tucked away down a cobbled alley. We went running through the rain past Notre Dame, but I knew we had to get to work. We stayed up all night and I rebooked another train a day later back to London so that we could edit the Kickstarter video that funded my next collection.
I watched as he moved through the images and pulled and played with the speed and position. Tapping his cigarette as I sipped my wine, we talked through the message and how the process came to life. He pulled out a camera just to record the sound, he asked for me to tell the story from start to finish.
I stand here in front of a video I know I must create the clock is ticking as I sip on a glass of rose. Now I have to do it on my own. I know I can have a video editor do the work, but there is something magical in telling stories in video form. I always enjoyed this part and how video content came to life.
Sort of a self-portrait of sorts. So as I procrastinate one last moment to write this blog, I force myself to remember that long weekend in Paris and the result. A body of work that I passionately love to this day. But love and memories move on. Cheers to happiness, dance to love, and always keep stretching toward that next song.