Retro

I wonder when the aesthetic obsession will move on from vintage or retro?  It’s different from antique in that it seems to be defined by something you can vaguely remember from your youth or your parent’s youth.  This wall of cassettes at a hip post production house in Fitzrovia definitely hits that spot.  

I went up to London over lunchtime to go and join JC in the grade.  We are unpicking some of the previous work as the show, at a run was looking too dark. Thank heavens the DoP has gone to New Zealand. 

Didn’t go into the office, brought up too many things, it was a lot milder than I thought it’d be so I got hot and bothered and was glad to get on the train home.  

Light supper and watched two more of One Day (they are half hours)