No! Come back! Please!

Yesterday lunchtime in a sunny town centre I started filming on a project that I have been wanting to do for about a year. I am very driven on this because not only do I have a rock solid concept in mind with an exact vision of how it should look, but I have a confirmed exhibition for it. The exact location and dates are still in negotiation but I can say that it will be in Taunton town centre and will coincide with Somerset Arts Week, which, as the name in no way suggests lasts 6 weeks. Wouldn't it be more appropriate to call it Somerset Arts Month? This name would also carry the added advantage that the 3 letter acronym wouldn't sound like a horror film.

So today saw my second session of filming and to my great delight I found the people who were in my top 3 of desired subjects. They agreed to take part and I was so pleased to have gotten their pictures at such an early stage in the project. So I switched off my camera and said thank you, as I reached into my bag to pull out the final but still absolutely essential stage - the model release forms - they jumped up excitedly and rushed over the road to catch their bus. Like a desperate journalist watching his career fall away in front of him I chased them waving the forms, pleading that they would sign but they were having none of it. Gutted I stood there. I have on tape the best footage I have ever taken but cannot use it until I track them down and get their John Hancock on those forms!