In early October, we seized the opportunity to work with a great non-profit organization, Best Buddies Australia, and offered to provide pro bono creative services for their upcoming Best Buddies Day in December.
Best Buddies encourages one-to-one friendships between volunteers and kids with an intellectual disability. Every year they launch a festival day for both volunteers and their buddies to enjoy. This year Best Buddies have decided to step up the planned activities to a full on movie making day.
Since teaming up with Best Buddies, we have been very busy bees. We created two story-line concepts that involve both friendship and adventure, wrote scripts for each and allocated roles in front and behind the camera for everyone involved. We then designed and illustrated an instruction booklet to guide the kids during the day. Throughout the project, we have been liasing with Mark Trevaskis, executive director of Best Buddies Australia, considering how Mark’s logistics and structure will fit in with our concept framework.
We’ve had a heap of fun with this project. Despite the long hours that it has required, it was simply a brief that was too good to pass up. Mark has been great to work with, giving us creative freedom while also providing enough constraints to make our job a lot easier. We really enjoyed the trust and responsibilities he placed on our shoulders. We flexed our guns and have hopefully exceeded expectations.
We’re looking forward to being able to hold the final product in our hands! I’ll post another update after the booklets come back from the printers, next week.
(Thanks to Kyle Labad for the sweet illustration of our secret identities.)
“…eyelids made from double cream…” Love it. This is the best kind of story telling. Just two paragraphs in, I already felt that this could be one of my memories rather than fiction from someone I’ve never met.
One day, I hope to write like Benjamin Savva.
Hand in hand, stumbling through the half-soaked streets blinking heavily with eyelids made from double cream, heading in the general direction of home, wherever that might be. We tight-roped across the pale yellow pathways, laughing, hiccoughing, silently singing each others praises to the red sky. According to my absent-minded influence we slowed down in front of the same spot I always slowed down to feast on the smells of hot brodjes and crispy frittes. “Mmm, something smells good!” Minnie excalimed. “Actually, I’m very hungry, shall we stop and share some chips?” As though it were as easy as that, just stopping to get frittes as you pleased. Stopping to eat, when ever it should take your fancy.