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A music video for The Tourist (a.k.a Hunter MacDermut).
Credits:
Music by The Tourist
Directed by Ajit Anthony Prem
Him: Hunter MacDermut
Her: Lindsey Glass
Produced by Kelly Cook
Special Thanks to:
Carla Cherry
Jim McQuaid
Just a small chaotic piece that reflects some of my thoughts and anxieties.
A film that I shot in College but finished much, much later. By the time I had completed it, I had forgotten many of the full names of the cast and crew. My sincere apologies to them wherever they are.
This film is wonderfully and insanely abstract, I have a love/hate relationship with it. Many of the initial ideas I began with disappeared once production started. And what was already a pretty abstract plot became even more.
September 7th marks three exciting years since meeting my Wife. In that time, my life has changed dramatically for the best. It seems like I finally have a life!
This video should certainly remind you of being forced to sit through the family vacation videos by your parents. If it doesn’t then you should watch it a couple of times.
Music: Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra
Part one of a series of Blurring video podcasts. Everyday stuff, everyday conversations and all that drama it carries.
Credits:
- Her - Kelly Cook
- Him/Writer/Director - Ajit Anthony Prem
Part two of our look at Extreme Skipping — a sport that hasn’t recieved the recognition it deserves — and its biggest supporter.
Part one is here.
I did not want to play on the “egomaniac” tilt of the vlogworld and it sounds like I succeeded.
I hope…
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Be warned! This piece is weird and annoying. Do not attempt to mess with your volume. The settings are fine. You are not meant to hear it clearly.
I am trying new things, to break out of my safe zones, including putting myself in front of the camera. So this piece will feel raw, a work in progress.
Camera & Direction by Kelly Cook. Written & Edited by Ajit Anthony Prem.
Just a normal Sunday. so many seemingly simple moments throughout the day. From the guys “scoring” outside to my daughter’s simple expressions. All just moments within a greater whole. I love my Sundays.
