Sitting on the pavement on Orchard road, Andrew (our super switched-on intern) and I have assumed the sitting bull position.
"If you could see one dead rockstar, who would it be?"...we sit there for what seems like 10 minutes before conscious dialogue resumes. playback: Lennon, Johnny Cash, Hendrix, Elliot Smith, there's a list, I forget ' I was never really much of a Hendrix person', 'his sets sound different all the time', 'He was stoned'... 'the toilets are too far and complicated'. We yawn. I am reminded of when we heard that Tony Jia died - that was an odd moment in the office.
The guy in charge of the site rece, tells us once again that the power's out and the drills are all out of battery. 'We'll have to wait for someone to deliver us new drills.'
It's 4am. Fair enough.
about 25 hours before, it's 3am I'm in 'Bert's lighting studio' with Eric and Martin, putting the final touches on a pretty huge floor mural, in preparation for a shoot at lunch the next day. Eric is handing me a paint brush coated in white paint. he's grinning and says 'go for it', I take the brush, and fling a few splatters across the paint.
Friday 5.30am, I'm lifting myself out of my temporary bedroom, I'm sitting in starbucks waiting for Yang - our photographer, I'm drinking a Barocca, the guy at the counter asks if I work around here, Yang replies over SMS 'no thank you I'm not a coffee person :)'.
That night I'm singing karaoke, with out new CD from japan, who is very conscientiously articulating his marriage/sexlife seesaw theory to me.
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