You know how some people do something once and then reckon they’re an expert? Well, I worked on the Secret Garden Festival production week for the first time last month (largely painting signs…), and now my mates and I reckon we can chuck a film festival.
It shall be très bon.
Truth is, we’ve been planning this for a while in our minds and hearts, and we thought it was about time we started planning it on paper and in excel worksheets.
We have a website.
We have accepted submissions from all over ze globe through filmfreeway.
We have a clifftop backyard.
We have some strapping young folk who are willing and able to construct a large screen for us (that’s actually Klaus and I).
We even have the red plastic that we’ll use for a media wall, because who in their right mind wants to go to a film festival and not get papped?
But most importantly, we are still accepting submissions of films 3 mins and under.
So it’s happening. Freshflix Independent Film Festival.
Fest your eyes on our exclusive promo video we shot yesterday arvo. Nothing like a bit of bossa nova to gloss over an uncomfortable situation.
Thanks Crangle and Klaus for being such excellent sports.
Ya know, when someone asks you to be their bridesmaid, it’s generally a cause for celebration. Really, we do in the vast majority of cases, relish the opportunity to engage in party planning/preening/champagne popping activities with our best friends and family. However, occasionally one will be asked to take on such a responsibility when one couldn’t give a proverbial rat’s arse about the bride in question.
It leaves one feeling confused, bitter, even angry… Gasping one’s self awake in the dead of the night and exclaiming “Why, for the love of all things holy, did Anastasia choose me? I haven’t enjoyed the company of that strumpet since the Passion Pop incident of two thousand and four?!”
And yet, one is obliged.
Muchos gracias to the many legends who took the day off work to get chiffon-nasty in a studio in Annandale, my babeshow sister included (whom I happen to be the bridesmaid for currently and am DEEPLY STOKED about so everyone COOL YOUR JETS)… also my best mate who lent me a bunch of dresses (I’d better be on your bloody bridesmaid list too or I’ll be SO CUT).
If you haven’t seen the original Justin Bieber dance video by a bunch of legends in New Zealand which is BOMB DOT COM check it out here.
If you haven’t already liked it, go and show Frothpocalypse some love.
Sometimes things just need time to ripen. Not the case with this footage that took me two years to finally edit into webisodes. No hurry on the turn-around time there, clearly.
We shot this in London during 2012 as we rolled around in a delivery truck. For all you frothers out there looking to catch some more carry-on with my old pal Anna Bennett, here’s the first one of three.
To celebrate the national day of our magnificently large brown continent (and land of legends), I have dug up from the vault the original Keith and Kev. You little bloody ripper! Now pass me a bloody bottle opener! Strewth!