Manchester Snippets
Industrial brick facades co-existing with shiny anonymous characterless metal and glass.
Walks around the city centre in beautiful, decidedly non-English weather.
Spotted on the back of a bus, an promo ad for a radio show: "Toolan in the Morning".
Malls, malls, malls. Seen one and you've seen 'em all.
Tales of war and relics from a past age come alive.
Canals throbbing with dirt and shit and used condoms and drama.
Game Day at Old Trafford = closed musuem and tour. Bummer. So much for the pilgrimage-in-lieu.
Lovely free lunches, hotel breakfasts, meeting, greeting, making new friends.
Watching, digesting, debating, learning, thoroughly enjoying.
A screening with two paying customers and less than 10 audience members in all. They got us down here for this? Still, lovely chatting with your audience, no matter how few their numbers are.
Lots of namecard and email swapping - Canada, Africa, Singapore, White, Asian, Black, English, French, Singlish, African.
Fopp. Heaven on earth.
A hotel room that feels like a home, albeit one with £5-a-day internet access. Sounds from the bar downstairs and the street leak in. Cool calendar.
He stands on a street corner, his friend not far off. His hands are shoved deep in his flimsy windbreaker's pockets. Their eyes meet, and for an instant there is a connection. His eyes reveal that he's seen much more than his young age suggests. They are weary. Questioning. Hopeful? It lasts for just an instant, then it is broken. And life goes on.
Goodbyes. Here, there, everywhere. Scattered throughout the week. Will I see you again? I don't know.
Walks around the city centre in beautiful, decidedly non-English weather.
Spotted on the back of a bus, an promo ad for a radio show: "Toolan in the Morning".
Malls, malls, malls. Seen one and you've seen 'em all.
Tales of war and relics from a past age come alive.
Canals throbbing with dirt and shit and used condoms and drama.
Game Day at Old Trafford = closed musuem and tour. Bummer. So much for the pilgrimage-in-lieu.
Lovely free lunches, hotel breakfasts, meeting, greeting, making new friends.
Watching, digesting, debating, learning, thoroughly enjoying.
A screening with two paying customers and less than 10 audience members in all. They got us down here for this? Still, lovely chatting with your audience, no matter how few their numbers are.
Lots of namecard and email swapping - Canada, Africa, Singapore, White, Asian, Black, English, French, Singlish, African.
Fopp. Heaven on earth.
A hotel room that feels like a home, albeit one with £5-a-day internet access. Sounds from the bar downstairs and the street leak in. Cool calendar.
He stands on a street corner, his friend not far off. His hands are shoved deep in his flimsy windbreaker's pockets. Their eyes meet, and for an instant there is a connection. His eyes reveal that he's seen much more than his young age suggests. They are weary. Questioning. Hopeful? It lasts for just an instant, then it is broken. And life goes on.
Goodbyes. Here, there, everywhere. Scattered throughout the week. Will I see you again? I don't know.
posted by cinewhore @ 2:46 PM
3 mindfucks
3 Comments:
how did u get that last shot? did u walk off the platform? yikes! dangerous!
It was a tram station, and the tracks run all over the city. Basically everyone walks on the tram tracks. They're kinda slow, so it's quite safe.
Alot of interesting shots!! Thanks WMX for showing me the world through your eyes :)
gimme some mindfuckery
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