Two months of nothing, then eleven weeks where I vanish
Posted as between_productions
- Looking for
- someone whose own life is full enough to survive my absences
- Experience
- Sixteen years, three dynamics, two ended during a shoot.
- Around
- the 18th, Paris
My year has two settings. Either I am working, in which case I am gone from six in the morning until whenever we finish, six days a week, for anything from four weeks to four months. Or I am not, in which case I am entirely free and slightly lost and available at any hour.
Thirty nine, Paris, dominant, sixteen years. Two of my three dynamics ended during a production, and in both cases nothing dramatic happened. I simply became unreachable by degrees and by week six there was nothing left to come back to.
I am not asking for indulgence. I am asking for somebody whose own life is genuinely full: work they care about, friends, something that occupies them, so that my disappearing for a stretch is an inconvenience rather than an abandonment. What I can offer in exchange is that the periods between are unusual. When I am not working I am entirely present, every day, for weeks at a time, in a way that people with ordinary jobs cannot manage.
The structure I run is written and portable. Rules that continue when I am on location, reports I read at midnight, a call at a fixed hour when I can. It is not the same as being in a room and I do not pretend it is.
I would want to write for a while and then meet properly. I am blunt about limits and expect the same. Not looking for anybody who needs daily attention every week of the year. It is a completely reasonable thing to need and I cannot provide it.