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guilty. guilty. guilty.

about a year and a half ago, i had this idea to film some people i know talking about the subject of guilt. i didn't give them any further guidance, i just gave them the word and let them think about it for a little while. then i arranged to come over and film them while they did their talk.

of course, no one really wants to have all their guilty rambling out there for the world to see [and hear], so i did this with the caveat that whatever ended up in the final project would be heavily processed enough and edited enough that they need not fear embarrassment.

i shot the pieces on my iphone, since i was excited by what i'd been able to do with "a sense of longing [oblivious]".

then... disaster struck. my computer crashed and a goodly chunk of what was on my hard drive was lost to the ages. [always back up your files, folks.] what's worse is that the files i was able to recover for the project were corrupted, so that they appeared to be there, but registered as 0.0s long. i wasn't into making that short a film.

this week, the universe gave me a present. i was going through some files on my phone, in an app i haven't used too much recently [power cam- it's a lot of fun, i've just been neglecting it!] and there they were... my original video files.

so i was able to reload them onto the computer and assemble them into something like what i had in mind.

in truth, i kind of wish that i had just shot the video "clean" rather than with a filter already applied, because i might have liked to have more control over the way that the final image looked, but what i have is already processed. important note for the future.

also, the fact that the app placed some pretty heavy processing on the film before i started editing makes the final product a lot less smooth than i'd like.

but the important thing is, not to look a universal gift horse in the mouth. i finally got my footage back and i finally have a short based on the idea i had so long ago.

thanks very much to paul, dom and kathleen for being my volunteers/ victims.

here's my latest opus...

guilty. guilty. guilty. from Kate MacDonald on Vimeo.

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