quarta-feira, março 24, 2004
The best part about coming home from a trip was showing all my 8mm film footage to friends. I'd splice together any bits of celluloid that weren't blurred beyond recognition and create a little film diary of the places we'd been and the waves we'd scored. Usually, the films were shown to a raucous audience who were all to happy to have a film--however bad--premiering as another excuse to party. After one or two showings, interest waned and the 8mm reels were tossed into a box like bottles of cheap wine (the beverage of choice at those parties).