By the end of it, the band’s on the floor, the tambourine’s broken, and everyone’s pretty f*cking confused. A FILM DIARY.
Brook Mckeon keeps taking crappy cameras to the gold coast. Here’s why.
Santa Cruz on film, in monochrome and colour.
The blurry months post-highschool graduation, everything understood and forgotten and lost and learnt.
rolls of film drenched in pink hues, shot on a busted old Ricoh. (two weeks in sri lanka).
exploring the youth of Hong Kong, and the detachment of growing up in an international environment.
shot in may/june/july, developed in september. “we unclip our life jackets and dive under, pushing our hair back.”