It Can Come From Anywhere

It can come from anywhere. Your inspiration and influences pulled out from thin air and you might not even realise. It’s what keeps us going, it’s what makes us tick but most importantly it’s exactly what makes us continue.

I can be inspired and influenced by quite honestly anything. It works differently for everyone but for me it’s everywhere. I could walk down the street and see a person doing something. I might then create a world in which that person lives in. I start thinking and asking myself what are they doing? Who are they? Its thoughts like these which swirl and spiral into a story or creation of some sort. 

It’s all over the place. I can see, hear or think up anything and alter it, adapt it into something else. I’ll be listening to some music. Music is a brilliant thing to grab inspiration from especially visually for a director. I’d sit there listening and find a scene for something I might be currently working on in a film and it all comes together, fitting perfectly. I was sitting working on the story for Polaroid my latest short film and I’d have my music on. Moon Song by Karen O came on, the song featured on the latest Jaquoin Phoenix film Her. Instantly the little flicks on the strings in the song made me picture the final scene for Polaroid. It all came together, the transition into the music, the for and structure the characters are taking.

Music is one aspect. A lot of the time everything is visual. Photos can help a lot to influence or inspire what I’ll be doing seeing a beautiful work of photography and considering how a similar style could fit into the view of a film through the cinematography. Just sitting watching the world. A major part of the story and idea for Polaroid actually came from watching some people one day. I was sat in a coffee shop one day doing some work when I pulled myself away from my Macbook. I looked out the window to see this busy, bustling street as people push and shove each other aside. I then saw in the background someone taking a picture, a tourist but with a very fancy, flash kind of camera. Semi-professional. Memories. Thats what I got from that little scene of those people. The tourist taking the photos, obviously for remembering and memories. It made me think of the already half written story I’d done for the film and I incorporated the idea of photos and memories which fitted like a perfect jigsaw for the story.

Influences, inspiration, it’s everywhere. You’ve just got to do a little looking and you’ll come across it.


Endless Thoughts (Polaroid)

I’ve just woke up. My eyes, they sting I try not to touch them and just open slowly like a broken camera shutter. I just rub them as I shuffle in the bed. I’m wriggling around and hear a clink, it’s the glass. I pull it out slowly opening my eyes trying to read the red label. It’s Russian, the good stuff. I sit up clasping the bottle and twist the top holding it to my mouth but nothing, not a drop. It’s all gone so I throw it out the bed and wriggle back under the covers annoyed and depressed.

I suddenly hear a noise coming from down the corridor. I’m slowly moving my way out the bed then the crack in the curtain blinds me. I cover my eyes whilst positioning myself for that first foot on the floor. I place it on the ground, something sticks. Lifting my foot it’s a polaroid. Scattered everywhere between the empty bottle of drink and the messy clothes this one stood out, it stuck to me it’s a part of me. I remove it from my foot and just stare. It’s that night. 2009. New years eve. Me and Sarah. I just pause and it’s that moment again. That frozen sensation of not knowing what’s what. I stay perfectly still then gently place the photo on the bedside table. I pull the draw towards me pulling out a half drank bottle of vodka. It’s the cheap stuff but it’ll have to do. I crawl back into the black pit of a bed. that endless depression. I wrap myself in the duvet shaking at the thought. That thought of what happened that night. I twist off the cap and drink. 

The above is an elaborated extract from a screenplay I wrote and recently directed. I’m extremely excited to be working on this and might put the full script/story online at some point or more elaborated extracts. The film is currently in production and shall be released via Vimeo and the ‘Polaroid’ website (currently being made) in the coming months.

The Polaroids

Weekly Writing Challenge: Object

Kate sits on her bed. The room is small with a crack in the curtain letting a beautiful golden stream of light through. The duvet on the bed is in a mess align with clothes crumpled up on the floor, various bottles of alcohol all of which are empty and different photos documenting travels. She’s sitting there wearing a baggy jumper, jeans and a pair of worn out trainers next to her. She leans forward holding her head and rubbing her face.

A whisper, a faint eerie noise from the corridor has been heard from Kate as her head shoots up in surprise but nobodies there. She shuffles over to the bedroom door with it being half open. She sticks her head out, looking side to side, nothing.

Sitting back down Kate takes a deep breath. She reaches into her bedroom draw finding a small stack of polaroid photos. Also in the draw is a small bottle of vodka, half open and resting next to the polaroid. Kate reaches for the polaroids, pausing for a second then reaching for the bottle as well. 

She begins flicking through the photos one by one all are slightly faded. Kate smiles as she sees the pictures of London followed by pictures from Paris. The Eiffel Tower standing tall in the background followed by a mx of close up disorientated images then a beautiful picture of the water in Venice. The last few photos are of New York with a young woman, a similar age to Kate. The first is against the backdrop of Times Square with ‘Best friends’ scribbled in the bottom of the polaroid. Kate smiles but unscrews the bottle and starts drinking the vodka in sips. She flicks through more images which seem like a trail through New York through the streets to Central Park then to the Statue of Liberty and Manhattan ending in the Brooklyn Bridge. The final few polaroids are a new years party with ‘NYE 2009’ scrawled on the bottom. Kate is now taking big swigs of the vodka. She drops all the polaroid on the floor with the last one landing right in front of her. 

Kate leans forward holding her head with the bottle still in hand. She leans back then lies down on the bed drinking the vodka. She hears the whisper again from the corridor. 



The above is an elaborated extract from a screenplay I wrote and recently directed. I’m extremely excited to be working on this and might put the full script/story online at some point or more elaborated extracts. The film is currently in production and shall be released via Vimeo and the ‘Polaroid’ website (currently being made) in the coming months.