In keeping with catching the hell up to this damn blog’s regular schedule – blame house-moving shenanigans and poxy end-of-uni kerfuffles – here’s Wednesday’s post:
Johannes is a photographer, writer and filmmaker I went to uni with for three years. He’s German and is therefore straight talking yet philosophical and introduced me to the wonderful world of Werner Herzog impressions.
He’s got a great eye, which is one of the reasons I’ve worked with him as cinematographer on a couple of productions.
Jo has directed a few shorts – along with great things like this:
and I look forward to the day when a producer gives him enough money to make a feature, because I’m certain it’ll look gorgeous and be filled with quirky Teutonic humour and existential musings. All good things.
He’s back living in Germany now, which makes me sad, but he’s been up this weekend for graduation, which has mitigated said sadness somewhat. He tells me that he’s been working various roles on a couple of feature productions and he’s been doing some promotional work for a company that essentially provides the same service as that in ace David Fincher flick The Game.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, wonder no more:
If you already did know, you’ll understand how bloody excited that makes me.
Also a little terrified.