A gang of three. Turtleneck and leather clad. Eyeliner flick. Black jeans, black coffee. Hip swivel and shimmy. Wild rides. Fast bikes. Best friends, Lovers.

48 hours from go to woah. We were given the genre Obsessive Relationship. I barely had a wink of sleep, our director had none. But our little gang of six made a film in one weekend.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *