Back in Beijing, living in the dark room of the color-grading room. A peaceful place where the Australian color artists place indie rock I haven't heard for two years.
Every so often hell breaks loose tho'.
Ever have your boss call you, first swear and berate you...then begin to cry?
I have such a love-hate relationship with this crazy job.
Every so often hell breaks loose tho'.
Ever have your boss call you, first swear and berate you...then begin to cry?
I have such a love-hate relationship with this crazy job.
It reminds me of a song by Jacques Brel, whose refrain goes:
"Oui, mais.... voir un ami pleurer".