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Posters and Pushpins

1995 seems like a long time ago -- and by some measures, it actually was.

In 1995 I was finishing up my third and final year at Ryerson's Radio & Television Arts program. One year-long course was the Personal Production. It could have been anything -- a radio drama, producing an EP for a band, short documentary, or even a "web site" in the emerging world of the World Wide Web. (Remember Mosaic?)

For my big project, I chose to produce a short movie based on a short story written by my friend Cindy Smith.

I had the chops to storyboard, direct, shoot and edit something good, but I've never had a knack for coming up with original stories. Cindy, on the other hand, was a talented writer, and I remembered a very moving short story she'd read me once. With her blessing, I took Posters and Pushpins and turned it into a nicely-shot, if a little slow, short film.

It was shot on location at my grandmother's house in Toronto -- the home where I was living in the basement. It was a lot of work, and I was never entirely satisfied with the audio mix. Through the wonders of digital, though, I was able to remove some of the noise and smooth out the levels a little.

It's only ever been seen by a few people over the years, and now it's on YouTube. Enjoy!
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  1. Cindy Smith, EditorDecember 31, 2006 at 11:42 PM

    You did it total justice!
    (wipes away a tear)
    I love you, man!

    Of course, now I have to throw it up on my site, too.

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