My first Assistant Director's job started today on Karl Ford's Burial. Basically my job consists of being a dick to everyone and looking ridiculously stressed. I am not good at being a dick to everyone but fuck was I stressed. It was worth it to be a part of this project and meet such an amazing group of people.
EO working on the documentary...
Heir Director directing Adrian...
Brian getting penetrated...
We shot in Elsie's bar today and the decor was sick.
Once we were done at the bar, we went to Jeff's shed which was the drug den in the film. Kyle and Sean's ob was to make bricks of cocaine, wads of money, and all the squibs on the project. I think they did a great job.
Orlando dissatisfied with something Steadicamish...
Noot will fuck your shit up.
Let's see if you can guess all the people in this picture.
Best Boy turned thug
That's how we roll.
After the shed we moved downtown for the crack deal scene.
Couldn't really tell if this was street art or not. I though I saw a T-Rex in there somewhere but as I got closer, I didn't really see anything. My head started hurting.
Definitely street art.
For home base, we used Karl's friend, Pete's, studio. It was the ultimate bachelor pad that came right out of a GQ. They may host the wrap party here (which I am looking forward to).
They are designing my future house.
Annie, always near the warmest spot in the room.
Draw!
Hate huge corporations but Coca-Cola is the one exception. It truly does open happiness.
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