Greetings from Singapore!

The last few days of filming have been going really well. The interviews are gleaning some important insights, and the freedom that the writers and the crew have been given means that we are able to ask some tough questions, and the answers are worth it.

It’s also been great to film B-roll out amongst the hustle and bustle. This was particularly great in Hong Kong, which I actually prefer over Singapore as a city. Hong Kong feels like a living, dynamic and vibrant place, with a truly developed culture, people and feel. Singapore seems too artificial in a lot of ways – it’s an effective system, in that everything is engineered to keep the city clean and the economy running, but, like Dubai in a way, the city feels fake.

More on this on my return – we have to film now!

Until next time…

We are now up to Shooting Day 4 of Beyond Infinity, and I have to say it’s fast becoming the biggest, most challenging, but ultimately, I’ve no doubt, the most rewarding project I’ve worked on thus far.

Days 1-3 were an enormous challenge, logistically and personally, as we balanced people, politics and production, but came away with the goods: 8-10 great interviews with some wonderful responses from clients, colleagues and industry veterans. Day 1 saw us back up at Taree, at Jim Frazier’s farm, and Days 2 and 3 were in Sydney.

This post finds me in the bizarre and crazy city of Hong Kong, where we flew yesterday. Today we’re headed to the InterContinental to film another couple of interviews, thence out into said craziness to pick up some B-Roll and pieces-to-camera. We’re still in Honkers tomorrow morning, at an optical distribution factory/office building, then tomorrow night we fly to Singapore, where we’ll be getting more interviews and seeing some of the Fusionopolis complex.

Back to Sydney on Saturday morning, where a few weeks of ‘pre-post’ and data organisation will take place, alongside some standard Onion work (and Ph.D compilation/research for me), then we’re off to France in early July.

All very exciting!

Until next time…

Again, a thousand apologies for the lack of postage here. My film production career manages to go from strength to strength, and I barely have time to catch up. I am now a producer at Onion Media, and the challenges and excitement that the position offers never fail to surprise me. Five years ago, I was finishing my high school education, with very little idea of where I wanted to go. I knew I wanted to write, but the question was… write what?

One trip to a careers market in – of all places – Penrith, fixed that for good. A passion for the romance of the cinema, an awareness of the media and how technology was changing society, not to mention a love of all things art, led to my undergraduate degree, a Bachelor of Communication, passing in a blur, and Second Class Honours. And now I’m doing a Doctor of Philosophy in the same field, at the same uni.

In the past six months, I’ve travelled myself to New York, Boston and Washington DC, and for work I’ve flown to Brisbane, Dubai, and, most recently (yesterday), to Taree, in mid-NSW. The trip to Taree was, ostensibly, a lens test, but was also a chance for the new crew we’re working with to sink their teeth into a new project, and I must say it worked brilliantly well. We even came away with a short trailer to show my superiors and the client.

This extensive introduction is a means of outlining how I have come to meet a man by the name of Jim Frazier.

Dan & Jim
Dan & Jim Frazier in Jim’s workshop in Taree, NSW, with the Red ONE Camera.

Jim Frazier is an Australian cinematographer, most famous for his work with, among others, Sir David Attenborough. Many of the images you have seen in primetime on Sunday night nature documentaries were shot by Jim, camping out for months in trees, deserts and grottoes, to get the one perfect shot.

Of importance to Onion, professionally, is how Jim came to invent the now-famous Frazier lens. Much is confidential, suffice to say, personally, that Jim is an incredible and inspiring man, and one that I am proud to say I have met. His enthusiasm, intelligence, wit and larrikinism are truly inspirational to me.

This is a man who grows crystals, and photographs them for fun. He has made over 20,000 slides in 30 years, and they are beautiful. A man who fixes clocks (one of his first apprenticeships was to a George Street clockmaker). A man who pulls things apart, not only to see how they work, but to put them back together differently just to see what happens.

Watch this space, because what we are working on now will blow you away. It already has with me.

Until next time…

It has been an amazing week for journalism this week. Between the Bingle/Clarke ’scandal’, the upcoming Anna Nicole opera and the usual shenanigans accompanying the launch of a new Rugby League season, it seems journalists are spoilt for choice. Consider this beautifully-crafted piece from the Tele earlier this week about the Bingle/Clarke upset. That particular piece of news was best covered in yesterday’s Herald by Peter Roebuck, a link to which particular article I cannot locate, but I’ve managed to find another by Roebuck which, again, does justice to both the stupidity and futility of reporters in trying to cover the story, and the true issue which is the reality facing Clarke’s cricket career, and the possible ramifications for Bingle’s modeling life down the track*.

Bottom line: tabloid journalism is even less concerned with the news that matters. It has fallen far below what is considered ‘trash’ and is now almost completely devoted to perpetuating papparazi snaps and ’sources close to the couple say’ hogwash. Even The Age, The Herald, fell into to the same trap this week. As the public eye turns to scandal, such must the broadsheets just to sell papers. I have bemoaned this problem time and again, and my entire university degree was centred around this very issue, but there must be an accountability of the press outside the bottom line. I am predicting, however, that the possibility of any kind of redemption, beyond citizen journalism, is long extinct.

Until next time…

* – I have a feeling this is an early draft of the article I referred to.

My blog was ridiculously comment-spammed lastnight. Like, we’re talking a spam-conflagration. Sadly, every time I get a comment, I have to moderate it, and WordPress sends me an email for each and every comment that’s posted. That’ll learn me for not setting my email filters.

Had quite a leisurely weekend; spent much of it playing videogames or watching others do the same, or watching movies. Began initial meanderings in and around my PhD topic, so it’s nice to have some PDFs on my computer awaiting printing and highlighting.

Flew back in from Brisbane last Thursday afternoon, after hitching a ride on an earlier flight (gotta love a busy weekday at Virgin Blue), then was filming a documentary all day Thursday in Sydney’s West. The morning part was shot in Punchbowl, and then the unit moved to Lakemba to grab some B-roll and more importantly some lunch. We had the most amazing Lebanese food at Jasmine Restaurant – if you ever find yourself out that way give it a go.

It was very interesting being out that way. Lakemba feels like the heart of Sydney’s Islamic community, and with many of the most controversial and influential spokespeople of that faith calling Lakemba, and particularly its mosque, their home, it seems as though the place is buzzing with opinion and unsettledness. I never felt threatened, though, or unsafe, and it was great to be amongst such a dynamic and socially-aware community.

Until next time…

I and my work colleagues sing for Haiti…

This is Binnsy of the Hovel, coming to you live from a cafe in North Brisbane, in the land where there aren’t many monarchs to be seen, contrary to what it says on the brochures.

My day has been truly epic. I was meant to pick up camera gear for this gig lastnight, but due to a number of miscommunications and the convenient tragic demise of my iPhone battery, I ended up having to go and pick it up this morning. I live in Dulwich Hill (Petersham area), the camera lives in Ermington (near Parramatta). My flight to Brisneyland left at 8:00am. Hence, I was up and about at 5am, madly packing and getting stuff organised, and I was on the road at 5:20, out to Ermington (30 minute drive) to get the camera from the poor guy who owns it. I then drove my car home, nabbed a cab, and hot-footed (hot-feet?) it to the airport, where I arrived in plenty of time.

Anyway. I am now in the odd, very wet, and backwards* land of Brisvegas/Brisneyland/Brisothersuffixhere. The gig is a bit up in the air; because it’s sport-related, we have to wait and see if the event will even be going ahead. Regardless, after being drenched betwixt my hotel and the cafe in which I now sit, shivering, checking emails and generally working remotely, I am slowly drying off and trying to get my bearings in this new city. I have been here before, in about 2002-3, but I was with family, and I was young, so the job of navigation/remembering landmarks wasn’t mine. How things change.

Anyway – will no doubt report in once everything’s sorted with the gig… check the Twitfeed for the latest.

Until next time…

* Not evolution-wise, just time-wise; Brisbane doesn’t observe daylight-savings time, so I left Sydney at 8am, and after a 90-minute flight, arrived in Brisbane at 8:30am.

Just in case you missed it, last week I live-tweeted my progress as I caught a bus over the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Here it is, posted for eternity…

Live coverage of my crossing the Harbour Bridge

Live coverage of my crossing the Harbour Bridge

And there you have it.

Until next time…

I was all set to do a massive hardcore blog on how awesome and swell things were looking and then I was in a car prang this afternoon. Joy of joyous and joyuble joys.

Anyway. Unravel Me is in the can, and boy, am I glad to see it so. I hand it all over to my editor on Wednesday, and I can’t wait to see a rough cut. I also like contracts/releases where the payment section lists only ‘Asahi,’ with some clause pertaining to ’sharing.’

Kevin Rudd is on Good News Week. Shouldn’t he be doing more important things? Like, well, running the nation, and such.

Anyhoo. That’s it from me, for now. Q&A is on.

Until next time…

All is in readiness for the second day of filming of Unravel Me on Saturday. It was a mad dash to the finish line, with camera equipment availability and casting to be done up until yesterday afternoon!

But I’ll be picking up the camera, kindly being loaned to us by a friendly fellow production company, and the 35mm adapter on Friday, and all will be well.

Lastnight saw me finish my second short film in as many weeks. I’m just super-crazy-productive at the moment. I hope I can channel this sort of enthusiasm into my Ph.D. writing when it gets going in a month or two.

Work has seen me production managing a shoot in Pakistan, doing some great creative work for a rather large and well-known multi-national, and implementing a stack of new management systems, mainly JobBag. I’m also organising contracts for a stack of short films (not mine, sadly).

More soon.

Until next time…

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