Drumming

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Its been a hectic few months as the family have relocated back to London and the UK after a fabulous two and a bit years away on the wonderful Maltese islands. We left as two people and returned as a family of three, bringing with us our beautiful little baby girl. A gift from those remarkable rocky islands in the sea. Since returning everything has gone nuts with work and being home again, seeing old friends and family. Now I am involved on a big project filming some of the best and most interesting drummers. So a collection of drum kits will appear here from time to time. This belongs to the charming and sweet Drummie Zeb of Aswad.

 

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Tales from the Island – The Salt Farmers

The Cini family of Zebbug in northern Gozo traditionally harvest salt on salt pans which have been in continuous use since Phoenician times. The pans have been owned by the family for hundreds of years. Now a new generation are taking over responsibility for salt production and as they look to the future they explore the challenges, such as climate change, and the new possibilities, such as renewed interest in old traditional techniques and tourism.

Filming at Airbus Headquarters and one of the last Air France Concordes, Toulouse, 2012

TIM_1158I recall the people kindly gave us a cherry picker and the keys to the plane and said ‘she’s all yours for the next two days’. A slightly surreal moment and a real dream for the entire film crew who became sudden aeronautical specialists and plane nerds.

Reasons why we travel no.1 Brazil, November-December 2013

Scrawled on the back of an interview release form on route to Sao Paulo and a long return flight to Europe after four weeks travelling and filming throughout Brazil

‘The last morning, travelling through Sao Paulo State along rutted roads. At this moment homeward bound you recollect Brazil, its variation, its surprises. The van jerks and dips, brown puddles splash. In the distance you glimpse labourers and smiling children, dark floating colours against green fields where white coated cattle languidly cluster. Horses mottled and brown stand sedately by the roadside, small farms and estancias damp walled blues and reds hidden among dripping fronds of banana palms. Ahead where the swollen river bends the forest rises to a crooked bank of curving mountains, clouds of scurrying rain descend through the trees. Impressions flash through your mind. The great vastness of Mato Grosso its endless fields, studded forest and horizons; the shimmering sun-baked palm trees of Maranhão and Tocantins; enormous humidity of Amazonas and Para; the cool rains and mists of Sao Paulo. All images, all indelible. Jauntily hated gauchos canter cockily on horses down narrow streets of a country town. Beneath blue skies a laden lorry on a blood-red road. Women huddled in a crowd, split husks of coconut shells you hear them laughing and singing. Through fields of wavering heat workers walk languidly, children splash sandaled feet through pools of fallen rain, at night hearing the jungle breath. Straight concentric lines of Brasilia, crumbling ornate Manaus, Belem old colonial twist and mango trees, smell of sea and Amazon mingling, the flap and buzz of beetles against a gas light, village dogs sprawled in midday shade, rubbish dump steams in morning heat, vultures gather and jostle, crowded airport lounges the sound of students in full song, the bustle of city streets, a boat swings at its mooring, the blare of a radio, the easy swing of a hammock, rainwater dripping from corrugated rim, the rumble of thunder in the hills, jumbled colourful stack of favelas, red clay-tiled roofs, sweat running in rivulets, bare-footed boy on motorcycle, rusting TV satellite dishes in the jungle.’

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Clare Agius taqta xaghra qasir ghall-MCCFF

One of Malta’s most beloved actresses, Claire Agius, recently chopped off her signature curly locks for an amazing cause. Agius donated her voluminous hair to the Malta Community Chest Fund, so that it could be turned into a wig for for cancer patients who have lost their own hair to treatment. This was the journey (only in Maltese).