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Black Girl on the Front Row!

Private View: ‘Pink Floyd: Their Mortal Remains’ Prog-Rocked my world!

Remember the great old days of the multi-player grams?

In essence, when one 7-inch had played, the next would fall into place, in wait for the needle-drop which, in-turn, had the listener on the edge of their seat, anticipating three-minute hedonism…The comforting, rhythmic crackle of the revolving disc emitting through the speakers, accompanied layer upon layer of delicious acoustic nirvana…

Similarly, ‘Pink Floyd: Their Mortal Remains’ at the Victoria and Albert Museum is an absolute layer-cake of multi-media escapism!

Thus, do not attempt perfect recall…. Simply receive the state-of-the-art Sennheiser cans, turn on, tune in and rock out!!

Far be it from me to suggest you turn up in your best swimming ensemble either, but I am charging you to ready yourself to dive into the deepest end of your psyche than, either you realised you could, or ever knew existed!

Yet, have no fear!

…Just don’t be surprised if the self-contained audio frees you to such an extent that you get raucous in your own mind, then get loose and strut like a star at your own concert!

F.Y.I…. Lay-out, unnecessary.

Simply, follow the cleverly-integrated repeat motif of telephone boxes and you won’t miss a beat.

Expect to be swallowed whole, though, by the frontal lobe of an entirely immersive moment in time, which challenges the norms of what we know to be time-travel and sends you hurtling through a vast maze of music, moods and ground-breaking creative moves.

I mean it….

…At times, everything engulfs you.

In one pace, you move through the avant-garde ambition of Pink Floyd, to the incredible physical objects of stage memorabilia. The next step, you round the corner and see pigs flying over Battersea Power Station! Mesmerising are the conceptual ideas behind the fine artwork and eclectic wardrobe and wondrous are the intimate band voiceovers, guiding you, like long-lost friends, through the stories behind such shifting sonic patterns and vivid chord progressions encountered in the vast ocean of soundscapes, known as their all-consuming albums!

What is remarkable is that you never, ever lose the feeling of being a child in the best room of toys…

…especially when up-close-and-personal with some of the most exceptional musical instruments, displayed at all eye-levels, adding an awe-inspiring reverence to guitars and drum-kits, which have vibrated some of the most directional hits in prog-rock history. However, before any childlike, look-but-don’t-touch disappointment tries to encroach upon the wow-factor, you spin on a dime and see the sweet-shop set-up of mixing desks, encouraging you to become über-producer and remix ‘Money’! Although already blessed with a biting, syncopated bass, my version became even more sizzling, when placing the line centre-stage, which is just where I love my bass to be! Then again, removing all else, save the pealing clarion of ‘Money’ and the subsequent vocal rendition was a sheer joy, particularly with a splash-and-dash more reverb…

I truly loved that particular, free-flowing quadrant of the collective Pink Floyd brain.

In fact, I wasn’t aware of trying to work anything out in a strictly linear fashion, but I am sure that there was a mass of rapid visual information processing going on, because I was still thinking about it all days later…

For me, that’s quite the point of the best memories.

No matter when or where you are, there’s no need to attempt to bring them to mind, because effortlessly, they revisit you.

In such a way will all of the treasured experiences in this extraordinary exhibition become and remain immortal.

 

©AFROW2017 All Rights Reserved

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‘Brosette-For-A-Day: “A Beautifully Reciprocal Experience”…’

I wasn’t actually meant to be there…

I had a lot of thinking to do… Pontification, which had started over blueberry pancakes drenched with butter and maple syrup, at the superb Mondrian Hotel… Having mentally put my world to rights as succinctly as possible, I followed my feet back towards the Southbank, via Upper Ground… Overhead, clotted cream clouds were dispersed across a carpet of sky, quickly diffused by a determined sun… Immediately ahead, a sizeable crowd had been stealthily amassing… Curious, to ascertain the significance of the mélange between point-and-press ‘paps’ and an ever-increasing congregation of enthusiastic individuals, I began my quest to answer the next question within my mind-palace… What was all of the buzz about?

‘We thought you were making fun of us’…

…came the reply to my inquisitive mood… ‘A lot of people wonder why, after 30 years we still come’… Well, the answer would soon become apparent, when the object of such devotion came into view… Both Matt and Luke Goss had exited the building and were about to conduct an impromptu meet-and-greet session. I learnt that they had just been on ‘This Morning with Ruth and Eamonn’, sharing the news of their upcoming reunion and were now about to share the love with their family of fans.

I observed.

This was, by no means, idolatry… This was genuine continuity of care. A constant, in a consistently impressive set of emotionally-literate calling-cards, for two of the most revered artist/ musicians in the business… and no wonder why…

They might have been behind a low barrier, but the energy exuding from the brothers vaulted way beyond any metal obstruction. As, one after another, the expectant supporters made their way into the arms of a bear-hug from Matt or the soothing voice of Luke, confirming, with absolute, heartfelt conviction that, he, indeed, remembered one particular lady and her Father from their youth, I soon became an immovable force! Not even the fact that I was without a coat, in an intermittently windy sleeve of street would have shaken me from my spot… shivers-and-all!

I was mesmerised.

Ensconced within a bubble of quiet hysteria, years were being rolled back, as memories were offered in each rencontre. Whether it was standing outside of ‘the Bros house’ and being brought cups of tea by their dear, late Mother, Carol… to the never-ending search for bottle-top footwear accessories, the interiors of this room within the memory-palace were layered with a profound sense of colourful camaraderie and touching bonds of lifelong friendship.

I was deeply moved. A smile regularly touched my face, as all around, I witnessed the groundswell of butterfly-inducing anticipation spill over, into undulations of audible excitement. The dream had come true!! A long-anticipated reunion tour, in commemoration of an exhilerating past, a glittering present and a stadium experience which would throw down an emphatic gauntlet, to a creatively adventurous future.

Suddenly, smile still plastered over my visage, an unexpected event occurred. An existential eye-line appeared and it was my turn to get the attention of Matt Goss, himself. Inwardly perplexed, since I had been more concerned that those with whom I had conversed earlier got their precious moments, I was further intrigued to see that he had worn a natty bandana and I was sporting a Hawes and Curtis dress shirt, with a Tiffany & Co. necktie, so, in for a penny (as my late Dad used to say!), I inquired as to whether a swap might be in order! So… that didn’t happen, but I heard a few sharp intakes of breath, as if, perhaps, that might have been a, somewhat, cheeky request…

I believe he was amused!

I certainly experienced my grin expand into a laugh, accompanied by a hearty giggle and, before I knew it, we were face-à-face! What was a girl to do, but offer ‘les bises’ and a handshake… Except that, by now, my body temperature, having decreased yet further, manifested an ice-cold hand, which really was shaking! Never was the reciprocated warmth more appreciated… Never before had it felt as if a verbal exchange hovered above… and, my goodness, if a spiritual exchange didn’t wrap itself around this portal of time like the ultimate duvet, then I know not how to account for the most intense stillness and mystifying sense of breathing pure air…. especially in a London atmosphere which has major exhaust-emission issues!

Then. It. Clicked.

The authenticity of these men… the depth of gratitude to this fan-family for, not only putting them in the record books, but keeping them there, so as to be front-and-centre for another inspiring tour, formulated a potent mix, which extended time in a profound way. Evidently, the highly-impressive performances, of their hit-filled back catalogue, ebbing and flowing with up-to-the-minute exclusives, were the timely conclusion and commencement to an ever-greater season of prolific, combined creativity.

According to Matt, ‘Civility Costs Nothing’. Lyrics in his powerful track ‘Strong’ ring out, ‘Kindness Is King’ and I believe that the combined humility, faith and love of the brothers who were born on (what would become) ‘National Heart Day’, will see Bros move to new industry heights… Prepare for Matt and Luke Goss to scale the mountains of film, fashion and, undoubtedly, make continued musical breakthroughs…

You never know… I might just try and source some bottle-tops for m’self… Though, I do, rather look forward to working them with my Louboutins!!!

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‘Fight For Your Write!’

She’s fighting.

So, I’m writing.

As dis-ease dares to interrogate her…

whilst synthetic remedies drip-feed a path into her battling system,

she is static.

Defiantly resolute to winning-at-life….

Determined to witness bride and groom become man and wife.

She remains.

Mentally underpinning, against the depths of strife.

Each affirmative synapse declares ‘Health!’, as her heart makes way for them.

She will flash an intermittent, neon grin

and quote iridescent wordplay from comfort blankets,

to her newfound companions.

An age-old, gene-pool recalls her state.

United, at last, since ambition made them unfold.

Re-made from a superior mould, a new skin awaits…

Renewed physical vision reboots

reclamation of a renounced mission.

For she is relentless.

Smiles beyond the margins,

with Faith that colours outside the lines.

…And so,

I write…

Inking solidarity with a spirit that is sound.

Thinking, in agreement,

that the ‘all-clear’ of victory

will be heard.

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©AFROW2017 All Rights Reserved

‘Just Kids’ Ekows youth, with g-Ilori-ous designs on life!

‘EX.TRA.ORD.INARY!’

I said.

Here?!… Errr, are you sure?!’

He said.

’44 Great Russell Street! Yes! This. Is. It!’ I exclaimed, eyeing-up my destination with unadulterated glee, whilst my, ex-policeman, driver suspiciously cased the joint, with entirely less enthusiasm… Pupils darting from dash-to-doorway, he confirmed the number and wished me a, no less quizzical, ‘Have a nice day?!’, as I sent a sunshine smile his way… Nothing was going to rain on this parade… Neither an unconvinced driver, nor the inference of imminent precipitation from the indecisive clouds above!

One man’s doubt was my wonderment!

To me, this crumbling Georgian townhouse in the centre of London, was the architectural embodiment of a stroppy teen. Unkempt, undone…. As if it had just rolled out of bed, to be faced by early-visiting relatives… whilst utterly overshadowed by its beyond-presentable, elder sibling opposite, in the guise of The British Museum! In this case, considering myself the ‘cool Aunt’, who sees beyond the skin-deep, I sought to get to know the narrative behind the edgy, yet dishevelled styling of this work-in-progress…

No sooner thought, than materialised Maria, Gaby (and later, Emily), of Plinth UK, part of the four-strong collaboration (including ‘Photo London’, ‘Sedition’ and ‘Thames and Hudson’), presenting this on-edge edifice for its imminent launch, that evening, as ‘The Magnum Home’…. a boldly inventive, site-specific, multi-media presentation of ‘Magnum Photography’ and interior design installation, as curated by Cultural Polymath, Ekow Eshun and Artist extraordinaire, Yinka Ilori, respectively.

As I was to learn, there would be a lot to celebrate… What with Magnum celebrating its 70th anniversary, a range of complementary, unique merchandise and a Thames and Hudson publication to fête…there would, in addition, be the sheer triumph in overcoming the feat of transforming this shell and nurturing the angst-ridden, adolescent assembly into an absolute must-see, Magnum Home-of-a-house-party!

This was my idea of pre-private-view perfection!

My diehard loyalty to experiencing the behind-the-scenes process, in search of the sneak-peek pieces of the progress-report were, as ever, fuelling my creative engines… Such anecdotes as the microscopic attention-to-detail with which Ilori approached his responses to the photography, which co-curator, Eshun, had ‘trawled’* through, were captivating. From conceptualising the ‘Venice Beach Room’ in lengths of lofted, multi-coloured Dalston drapery and matching beach umbrellas, to upcycled deckchairs with bespoke Aburi fabric, designed by Eva Sonaike, the primary relationship between hues, not only juxtaposed the stark black-and-white series by David Hurn, but further, seemed to pull the emotional richness and spirit from each image, rendering the substance alive within the space. Having drawn the eye up through soft-furnishing treatments, the skylight reconnected me to the sun (not rain!), and as swathes of rays came flooding in, I was immersed further into the West-Coast world of ‘Perfect 10’, bikini-clad babes and bicep-curling bodies, some on-the-cusp of ‘Muscle Beach’ glory… others not! Yukka plants further guided my eyes down to a floor which had not been ignored….quite literally inscribed with a single series of lines, as to invoke the boardwalk and roads, which, to me, mirrored the plethora of teen human traffic, waiting to flirt their afternoons away, before finishing or, moreover, starting their homework! The youthful need to be centre-of-attention, was represented by a bold block of blue, upon the courtyard wall. Definitely flashy… almost gaudy, it is accompanied by a bench, in-turn, supported by sherbet-lemon yellow barrels, embellished in pen-and-ink, utilising Ilori’s idiosyncratic flourish….the prime position for a selfie-centred shot!

The Plinth ethos of integrating art and design in an authentic and multi-accessible way would spiral upwards through the house, which, with every step of my expertly-guided tour, was transforming into an ever-increasingly, thought-provoking, home. Eshun’s awareness of the ‘danger of romanticising youth culture’** was compressed into a finely-assorted array of photographs, acutely dissecting its rollercoaster-like dichotomies…. From the chilling portrayal of political ambition of the next-gen UKIP candidates, being displayed, disconcertingly prom-style, ascending the staircase… and the extreme anger captured through the monochromatic lens of Ian Berry, in the stiflingly small ‘Skinhead Room’, to the feisty ode to West Midlands glamour on a gregarious night out and the high-octane Harrow Boys, flanked by disapproving parental looks, which formed Martin Parr’s collection, the visceral intensity of the ‘pack tendency’ was, at once, hard-hitting and eye-opening.

Chris Steele-Perkins, meanwhile, packed a punch with a room that visually soliloquises the group aesthetic, through the viewfinder of the Black diaspora… Encapsulating the joy of the dancehall days, through ‘Disco’, the larger-than-life print, mirroring the flamboyant females who’ve taken-to-the-floor… holding court up-high, whilst mid-twist and bowing down-low, in almost reverential catharsis! Not to be outdone, a portrait sits above the mantelpiece… pride-of-place, as if to suggest the ‘number one son’… Staring, quietly confident, through a crown of cascading dreadlocks, the unframed persona showcases effortless style and profound substance. This palpable freedom threw me back to Parr’s Harrovians, whose hyperactivity, although captured in a full-bleed palette, is being contained by the use of solid frames…which, to me, spoke to the hovering constraint of tradition.

In the ‘East-Coast Room’, such tacit messages would continue to register via the compelling works of Ferdinando Scianna and Eve Arnold. Surrounded by images in New York subway trains, you are with the people…. watched over by ‘The Guardian Angels’ at one end and an extreme close-up of a fellow male passenger at the other… hanging off the ceiling handles and leaning into the lens, as if he were about to kiss you on the cheek! The sense of belonging, as witnessed in one group, is beautifully contrasted by the sensibility of developing flirtatious assertiveness…

By the time you reach ‘Cuba’ (a.k.a ‘The Isle of Youth’) on the top floor, creaking floorboards and dust-clouds give way to full-blown ‘amor’! Entering through a heavily-beaded, rust-hued curtain, an amalgamation of its dynamism and passion are symbolised texturally, through woven textiles, tonally, through clashing fabric patterns and sonically, (during the evening viewing), with booming Cuban-heel-tapping basslines! A visually vociferous canon of calorific attraction by Michael Christopher Brown, are pinned-up, like teen idol posters, devouring the den walls… The hours poured into Instagram research into the country, conducted by Ilori, have certainly paid off!

Absorbing the greatness on offer left me full-to-bursting… and returning to the start of my journey I was carried, three-sixty, from the hot Tropics, back to the ‘Club Tropicana’-vibe of Venice Beach… More enthused than ever, I was also left anticipating the night ahead… which promised much and, due to teamwork-making-the-dream-work, completely over-delivered, in every way imaginable!

‘The Magnum Home’ is a thunderous meteor amidst the ‘Photo London’ firmament… ‘Just Kids’, a free, all-encompassing, once-in-a-lifetime rendition of the thrills and spills of youth lifestyle… Its masterful curation distils the ‘white cube’ experience, by expanding it into an, unintimidating, tangible environment with which we can endlessly relate, namely, ‘home’. ‘Barbie Dream-Home’ it is not, but its raw and undercooked state segues seamlessly into the very nature of the young, rough-diamond within us all and with interactive events and tours set to run through Sunday, who knows what unearthed potential you might discover?!

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©A_F_R_O_W2017 All Rights Reserved.

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Click-through for:-

Events at ‘The Magnum Home’

Limited Edition Merchandise for ‘The Magnum Home’

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Quotation Credits:-

*Ekow Eshun: @EkowEshun (Twitter: 16/05/2017) ~ **Ekow Eshun: P.V Q & A (‘The Magnum Home’ 16/05/2017)

Congratulations and warmest Afrow-appreciation to ‘Team Plinth’ for such an amazing time…with special mention to Maria, Gaby and Emily for being the most illuminating tour-guides…and Team VERNISSAGE__ for the Blogger recommendation!

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‘TriForce Short Film Festival’ Tri-umphs!

So here’s the thing

I have had the enduring privilege of being invited to some of the most fascinating events… You’d think, therefore, that I would be used to the build-up…Used to the checklists, verifying the wardrobe, charging-up the tech (and the back-up memory)…But the night before my first ‘TriForce Short Film Festival’, I was a flurry of excitement…a whirligig of anticipation…a New Year bonfire, just waiting to rocket into the a new creative atmosphere!!!

I couldn’t sleep, for all of my pre-performance giddiness…and I loved it! Thus, on all of 5 hours stillness, because I couldn’t drown out my thumping heartbeat, I Fosbury-ed out of bed, with first-day-at-school vigour… utterly ready to get into my prêt-a-porter, Festival mode, chomping-at-the-bit to record this amazing moment!

Destination: BAFTA.

My journey was seamless… The skies were crystal-clear blue, the air, icicle-fresh…the public transport, compliantly on-time! I reached Green Park a full hour before show-time…well, I did say, I was excited, didn’t I?!)…which gave me precious time to indulge in looking at Piccadilly, truly seeing the stunning architecture which our beautiful town has to offer, as well as hearing the vivid, criss-crossing sound-waves of a.m. life.

With such engagement, I might have walked a bit beyond the hallowed building… Okay, so I did(!)… but, on turning back, my curiosity to look above entrances for the cornucopia of Christmas adornments, flounced like scalloped-edged skirting, took my gaze to the BAFTA mask, in all of its glory…

I sent an internal text from heart-to-head, that the passenger-carrier of ‘me’ had successfully transported the passenger of ‘me'(again) to the desired point of disembarkation! (By this time, a little less than an hour early…though, no less full-of-beans!)…

Deep breath in… I entered…

To the left, a welcoming-hall of mirrors and a delightfully well-dressed tree….a stylish elevator and signs, which read like the New Year’s Honours List, to every dedicated floor…and, en face (literally), the face of the BAFTA insignia, announcing you ascend the stairwell-to-an-artistic-new-world… walls scattered with quotes from such luminaries as Mark Rylance (who has since been given the nod with a Knighthood!)…

By now, I would have been a wreck, were it not for the fact that absorbing the winding-wisdom, had much lulled my adrenalin levels, which was a blessing, since the next Crystal Maze-like task was to speak! Having successfully utilised my five seconds and nailed remembering who I was… I took my place within the space, The David Lean Room, to be exact… Loving every square metre of its thespian fabric! It would, categorically, be the perfect theatre of operations…and all ours for one glorious day…and eve!

As if applying the soft luminescent makeup for a perfect headshot, sunlight streamed in from Piccadilly and, as I heard the delectable Minnie Ayres breathe a hearty welcome, was introduced to the amazing TriForce Team and confirmed interview, I began to take baby steps around my new home! No sooner had my exploration commenced, than Jimmy Akingbola appeared, putting paid to my momentary oasis of calm, due to enthusiastic discourse about the event!

Forget the steps, I was like a Jackie-out-of-the-box, and as I rounded the corner, began acquainting myself with partnering organisations, who I quickly ascertained were absolute bedrocks of the Creative Industries. From ‘The Institute of Videography’ to ‘BECTU’ to ‘Creative Skillset’ and ‘Mama Youth Project’, each and every one had, at its foundation, the mission of resourcing creatives to live their dreams and continue to follow them, since there were avenues to facilitate them at every stage. Having gained an invaluable amount of knowledge and as seminar attendees arrived, I could only imagine the personal narratives that they would be taking away with them…

So thought, so announced… Seminar 1 was about to take place….and yes, I was that one who had all of her coloured biros at-the-ready, copiously taking Pantone-esque notes (from the frow, naturellement!)…and, thank goodness for the London Design Biennale Leuchtturm1917, which was still going strong from September, as, with each discussion, it soon became perfuse with a spectrum of words!

What a profound collection of contributions were made by Baff Akoto (Director) and Shola Amoo (Writer/ Director), regarding the ups and downs of surviving as a Freelance Director and the journey of funding a feature, from Camille Gatin (Producer), Dionne Walker (Writer/ Producer), Kristen Irving (BFI Development Executive)… Each session urging listeners to know their identity as film-makers and look to cast their creative nets as widely as possible, in order to catch the necessary finances!

Interspersed were all shortlisted films and finalists, themselves, pockets of dynamism and unswerving examples of artists (in front and behind the camera) who knew exactly who they were and what their objectives were meant and made to be. In the collective time of less than a full-length feature, attendees became audience members, taken on evermore perpendicular emotional and visual Big Dippers!

Amongst the awesome entries were ‘Take The Chocolate (Don’t Give Up)’, which was a charming window-into-the-world of sharing and caring, between children, whilst ‘Harriet and the Matches’ was a marvellous, if not subliminally disturbing, combination of animation and reality! ‘I Believe In Pink’ caused universal intakes of breath, on observing the painstaking tattooing of the lips of Lagos men in the most fuschia pink hue, so as to be socially accepted… ‘The Dead Sea’ evoked raw tears and anger in many (including myself), as we witnessed, in stark detail, the sheer, inhumane cruelty of migrant detention centres… The poignancy of ‘Glow’, told through the lateral-thinking of four best friends, who devise a way to take the cancer-stricken member of the group to see the Aurora Borealis, meant film and title were bound in cinematography and significance. The final three would go on to win ‘Non-Scripted’, ‘People’s Choice’ and ‘Best of the Fest’ Awards, respectfully…and deservedly so!

Whilst the last seminars covering walking-the-walk of diversity and working across both Film and TV genres ensued, I had left the fabulous screening room and was back at home-base, in order to interview Minnie and Fraser about the entire venture. Each wonderfully complemented the intel of the other – she, with the latest news and live stat updates, that they had exceeded the previous year’s attendance figures, he, regaling the deeply intense desire to be ‘an experience company’ and what that would entail as time went by…. They dovetailed seamlessly, not only as integral parts of the TriForce Team, but also, as an incredibly inspiring creative couple.

On that note, as members of the daytime schedule flooded back in, I absorbed the wave of anticipation for what was to come, before heading off to Mayfair, to collate, pontificate, ‘check the gate’ (which was good!) and make ready the next slates for scenes two and three, namely, the Awards Gala and Afterparty at Century, Soho!

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Past midnight…(and then some!)… I emerged from the club, having danced one of the coolest ‘Electric Slide’ formations in a lo-o-o-o-ng time, completed the Mannequin Challenge, held lively chit-chat with an assemblage of artistic brilliance and laughed until I cried with them, too!

In any other situation which leaves me speechless, ‘no words’ would be my chosen phrase. However, I had been veritably embraced by them, and substantially more, during such felicitous hours… That being said, I’ll leave the summation, in part, to Actor/ Director, Xavier Dolan, who says, ‘Filmmaking is something you think alone, but do together’*…

…and complete it by declaring that ‘The TriForce Creative Network’ undoubtedly proves that theory and is ‘Helping People Happen’ by, relentlessly, doing just that!

©A_F_R_O_W2016 All Rights Reserved

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Visit TriForce Creative Network for further information about:-

TriForce Short Film Festival ~ TriForce Monologue Slam ~ TriForce Writer Slam ~ TriForce Productions

Visit the following TFSFF/ Industry Expo Partners for more information about their respective organisations:-

BECTU

THE INSTITUTE OF VIDEOGRAPHY

CREATIVE SKILLSET

MAMA YOUTH PROJECT

NATIONAL FILM AND TELEVISION SCHOOL

HIIVE

SHINE MEDIA

*Quote source: CNN Masters At Work 02/12/2016

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Fervent Afrow-Appreciation to all at TriForce and Premier PR for giving me the opportunity to partake in this truly life-changing experience!

2-4-1 Ticket Bonanza at BFI!

I think it’s time we talked ‘December’, friends!

No, not the fact that it’s the twelfth month of the year, but that it’s time to get your ‘Christmas’ on!!!

 So, heads-up, because December’s BFI schedule is bursting-at-the-seams, like a well-fed guest, post-Christmas lunch!

With personal appearances from Danny Glover, Sir Lenny Henry and Ashley Walters, to a Desmond’s cast reunion featuring Trix Worrell (Creator-Director), Carmen Munroe and Robbie Gee…From fantastic panel discussions on such topics as the concept of Black Beauty in cinema, to chances and challenges for BAME artists within the entertainment industry…PLUS screenings, screenings, screenings and MORE screenings spanning classic comedic turns from Eddie Murphy in ‘Beverly Hills Cop’ to the feelgood melodrama of ‘Waiting To Exhale’…bases are covered for film-buffs-to-fashionistas-to-first-timers!

Now here’s the cinematic-science bit!

 To redeem the 2-4-1 ticket offer, you must quote ‘STAR241’ when booking online, in person or by phone (020 7928 3232). The code CAN be used more than once but the offer ONLY applies to the purchase of two tickets for the SAME film. The offer EXCLUDES previews and special events.

For Under-25’s, it’s £3 on-the-door at BFI Southbank, for any film, at any time (including previews for new releases and big-screen classics)!

Just click-thru  below to add to the reason-for-the-season this ‘Giving Tuesday’ and get some early gifting sorted!

Enjoy!

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BFI BLACK STAR DECEMBER SCHEDULE

Under 25’s Tickets T’s and C’s

(Ticket Offer information and T’s and C’s correct at time of going to press). 

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The TriForce is strong with this Creative Network!

T.C.N.

An acronym, small in letters, but big in ambition.

If I were to mention it, you might not know what it stood for, but the people behind it certainly do, for this triumvirate of capitals signifies the ‘TriForce Creative Network’, an absolute, organisational antetype, rather than a copy-and-paste prototype. Founded by Actors and best friends, Jimmy Akingbola and Fraser Ayres, to be an edifying agency of change within the Creative Arts arena, it has at its core, a strategy which promotes diversity, inclusivity and access, via multi-disciplinary collaboration, innovation and support of, both, emerging and developing artistic talent.

Achieving such altruistic objectives demands optimism, idealism and pragmatism and the use of compound creative outlets, allows the Network to manifest its goals. For example, beneath the umbrella of T.C.N, reside the ‘Monologue Slam U.K.’, ‘Writer Slam’, ‘TriForce Productions’ and ‘TriForce Short Film Festival’, each serving to concretise an infrastructure, generating definitive opportunities for independent talent to shine (whether performance or production), in addition to encouraging increased audience engagement.

With such an ambitious ethos, it was the best of times, then, to attend the press launch of this year’s ‘TriForce Short Film Festival’, not only to learn more about the imminent December 3rd event (to be held at BAFTA H.Q), but also to view the UK premiere of Jessica Oyelowo’s stunning directorial debut, ‘After The Storm’.

From the lively Q and A session, it was an sheer joy to uncover how the fruit of the seed sown in Edinburgh 2004, by “creatives who wanted to open up Arts”*, was going “beyond labels…beyond the term ‘BAME'”*…an utter delight to ascertain that, a wide variety of categories, such as; ‘Family Values’, ‘A Question of Identity’, ‘Non-Scripted’ and ‘Microshorts’, within the competitive film-making element represented this by, yet again, producing a truly exceptional shortlist (expositions, of which, will be seen on the day and at the evening Gala).

Being able to dream dreams and pursue them as a bonafide profession will also be explored, via an ‘Industry Expo’, with a unique selection of seminars, to be hosted by the multi-talents of Reggie Yates and Charlene White, and keynote speeches from the likes of industry-leaders, ‘Shine Media’, ‘4Talent’ and ‘Creative Skillset’. Further endorsing the effectiveness of the sessions was last year’s ‘Best-In-Fest’ winner, David Kitchen. Enthusiastically attesting to their importance, he highlighted them as “so informative…[because] you get to speak to people…, [so] even if you don’t win, you still feel a part of a network.” In fact, making connections and forging friendships, led to the Director being able to call upon those very contacts, within the year (2015-16), resultant in his film now being developed into a three-part television series and a feature! (Cue audible gasps of excitement from the screening-room audience!).

My mind began racing…

…If concentrating on career development could work for adults, I had to inquire as to whether there might be the opportunity for an educational roll-out of such a bold initiative. Minnie Ayres (Actress and T.C.N Company Director), ebulliently explained that, being free to submit entries, the ‘MicroShort’ section was particularly popular with under-18’s. She also revealed the idea of expanding the entry-age of the ‘Monologue Slam’ competition, extending the reach of showcasing untapped acting excellence.

My heart leapt!

A mere 24-hours after an election, which seemed to have contracted global hope, here was TriForce, an outstanding network of understanding that navigating myriad creative pathways with ongoing support has never been more crucial… a shining beacon of an organisation, nay, a Family, which is not only proving itself to be game-changing within the Arts Industry but, undoubtedly, life-changing!

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TRIFORCE SHORT FILM FESTIVAL 2016

DATE: DECEMBER 3RD ~ LOCATION: BAFTA, 195 PICADILLY

SCHEDULE & TICKETS

TFSFF 2016 SHORT LIST

@TriForceFest    ~ @TriForceEvents

TriForce Creative Network

TRIFORCE MONOLOGUE SLAM

@MonologueSlamUK   

*Quote: Fraser Ayres (Post-Screening Q and A)

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Sincere Afrow-Appreciation to Minnie Ayres and Sophie Spirit for organising the invite! Super-congrats on a fantastic launch!