Magic Hour

Sparks of unexpected passions light up dark corners. People who never noticed each other by now, suddenly see each other in a different light. The loved wives, husbands and children are far away in distant places. They miss each other, of course. Still, they are in a different reality while we are here and now. We’ll probably never meet each other again. The temptation of crossing a few lines feels natural, even necessary and vital at times.

In such moments and places nothing seems totally wrong.

Tales from the rock

“I haven’t experienced the reality in years. I am always on set. My job is to live in other people dreams and build alternative realities where the rest of the world can run to.” 1st director assistant told me during the lunch break.

It is a warm and peaceful spring late afternoon. April, if I were to place it on a timeline. The last day of production from 33 very long days and nights. My first days and nights in a film production. We are all transformed by it. All men wear beards and women lost the color of their hair. We all turned into androgynous creatures.

The adrenaline is so high that hormones fly free in the air clashing by each other, as if an invisible Cupid turned off people’s minds and left them at the hand of their basic instincts. Sparks of unexpected passions light up dark corners…

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