After a late night of cheese and champagne with two of my dearest friends, we arose much later to chase balloons across the morning sky. Riding in Paul’s van, driving across Melbourne to the highest hills, and just when we thought it was all over and we’d been double-crossed by the balloon mafia, we spotted three of them descending on a South-Easterly over Punt Road hill, and raced them to Hoddle Street to catch them landing. All this for Paul’s documentary on dreams and things I won’t say too much about just yet (it’s a surprise, like …) but it was very magical and beautiful to watch them gently yield to gravity and collapse like towering calving glaciers.

balloons over hoddle street

sunrise

love in trouble with a tree

dragging love around

collapsing love