This is a video we made for a Vodacom film competition, for the lack of a better word, thangy. Which we won.
Being all Curt Cobain about selling your art is just so angsty, and so 90’s.
Fact – the Man’s got money.
Fact- you’re going to need money to fuel your creative endeavours, or at least make the weekend more interesting.
Now, I’m not saying become a drone. That doe-eyed idealism you cultivated during Oppikoppi is admirable, but before you rage with a fist clenched at the night sky, swearing that your artistic womb shall ne’er be whored out to garnish the chocolate of your local Marquis with orphan tears, consider this:
The corporate jungle may often be brutal, it may often be dog-eat-dog-eat-endangered-siberian-tiger-cub, but it is the best school you will ever have. You’ll enter a slice of white bread, get baptised with sulphuric acid, turn to coal, be crushed under the pressure of small neutron star and then exit as a polished diamond fit to be a girl’s best friend, if yanowatimean?
You know how I learned to green screen? Because we did a thing for Vodacom that needed it. How long did I take to learn it? 10 minutes. You see all that coloured fluid? That’s green screened milk that we graded. You’d be surprised how clever you can be when the deadline was yesterday.
We bought a Go-Pro 2 with the money. I then strapped it to my head and did a backflip.
What did you do on your Saturday? That’s what I thought
I’m not a martyr, I’m smarter.