a porn film in just 69 minutes! and that's not all...

this is rachel. she lives in my bedroom. she is my friend.

last night [well technically yesterday morning between the hours of 02:00 & 04:00] in lieu of other much more artistic concepts not materialising for a myriad of rather dull reasons, we made a porn film together. a really bad one. although, come to think of it i'm not sure that there are any good ones.

the reason is because my good friend darryl who runs darryl's hard liquor and porn film festival over in toronto was running a 69 hour film challenge which i'd agreed to do but sort of forgotten about whilst juggling a broken back and other film/media responsibilities.

with only 6 hours or so before deadline i finally had a new idea so instead of sleeping and with a little help armed with my daughter's dildo [hi raen] managed to pull something together. after all, that's what friends & family are for...

i give you the lamest stop motion porn film ever...

last night it shared consecutive world premieres at sydney KINO and the hard liquor and porn fest in toronto at the comedy bar on boor st with a bunch of much more, um, worthy films i'm sure. next year i'll do better. promise. next year rachel will inflate!

thanks to abe, flexi & michael for their invaluable fluffer skills.

debbie does... [h264] from punk monk propaganda on vimeo.

blue mountains blown

last week i headed to the blue mountains on what was a tentative mushroom foraging/KINO filmmaking expedition with my two most favorite recent discoveries - canadian filmmakers: ron mann & darryl gold. we became friends while they were in town in fast furious film festival mode for possible worlds.

the best laid plans of mice and men were thrown out when we ended up dodging the consulate general and standing up tea & scones once we were halfway out of town.

like errant kids playing hooky we stole into the mountains on our slow hill-winding train & enjoyed a lazy day of food, hiking and conversation, where i inadvertantly almost violated my duty of care and killed them both [forcing a vertigo suffering ron, deep into the three sisters stair incline & feeding an allergic darryl nuts cleverly hidden in a flour-free cake]. it could have all ended so differently... *nervous smile*.

these few photos of our time in the blue mountains ironically enough are blown out blue because i'd somehow left my canon camera on a TV auto setting mode for most the day until belatedly discovered and yeah... this is the result.

we look like blue meanie magic mushrooms. quietly animated forest fungi were we. the only ones in sight that day.