What is the new ligh

What is the new light in the sky? http://htxt.it/RY0T

Kanye West - My Dark

Kanye West - My Dark Twisted Fantasy = the best hip hop album ever

Arcade Fire - The Su

Arcade Fire - The Suburbs

Writing again...afte

Writing again...after a long hiatus.

BBC 3 TV Show needs

BBC 3 TV Show needs talent: http://htxt.it/Zacn

Sigur Ros on a Sunda

Sigur Ros on a Sunday morning...

An Ode to Love O'Ten

I once knew a girl from a small town with big dreams,

I wanted her on my team,

But she flatly replied, "I'm in a complicated relationship." 

I said, "Why don't you think about it?"

She then crushed my wild ambition,

In her fashionable tradition, 

Using her sharp tones to great effect,

"I can't change my relationship status - due to a Facebook defect."

Clarity is Beautiful

Clarity is Beautiful.

Just being there is

Just being there is not enough.

Playstation 3 + Ipho

Playstation 3 + Iphone = retail therapy

The world is propell

The world is propelled by just 5 words: 'What's. In. It. For. Me?'

Going on strike is t

Going on strike is the equivalent of saying "I'm going home!" before picking your ball up in the playground, just because no one is passing to you..

"what a wastewoman i

"what a wastewoman init blud"

What's with the sudd

What's with the sudden use of 'ttyl'? Everyone's using it. It's like a Pandemic. I'm hoping there'll be a government issued vaccine for it.

What's the differenc

What's the difference between a pub and Starbucks? Nothing. Both are full of intoxicated fools talking incoherent nonsense.

This is the best new

This is the best news headline this year: 'Boy falls down mine shaft in garden'

Why do people ask fo

Why do people ask for advice and not take it? Me giving advice is like me giving a gift. Doesn't matter how bad it is you have to accept it!

Difference between m

Difference between men & women? Men know what they want to order before they go to the restaurant. Women are still deciding where to eat.

What's with women wh

What's with women who use "mate" when talking to a guy? How de-feminising. Its the vocal equivalent of gender reconstruction surgery.

Editing at 5am ain't

Editing at 5am ain't smart, clever or cool.

...Waiting For Something Great...

...the last line was delivered and the play finished...the 7 selected audience members sat still. Unsure as to whether it had ended. A pause. NEARLY an uncomfortable silence. I clapped, forcefully, to indicate that the play had ended. The director followed suit. Then the 17 cast members and the 7 selected audience members also join in.

I sat briefly, after the theatre had cleared out of the audience and vast cast members, speaking with the director about how we thought it went. Bar a lighting issue which occurred just as the play was about to begin, I thought it went well. However I was unsure if had gone as well as I would have hoped. I wasn't entirely sure how to feel. I was content that the play went smoothly (again, barring the lighting situation). I was content that the cast performed magnificently. I was content with the small but cosy theatre. I was generally content. 

The feeling of contentment is one that comes with its downfalls. It makes me feel uneasy. What is contentment?!?!

All in all, the night post-stageplay I was numb. Unsure of what the reaction would be from the journalist - who had viewed it and had told me that she would write up some feedback rather than tell me there and then. Understandable. But nerve-racking.

Soon contentment became disappointment and then finally anger at my own writing talents. Briefly I toyed with the idea of quitting writing. Ever so briefly. 

The idea manifested itself into apathy. So I got on with my normal daily tasks and put writing and creativity to the back of my mind. Never to be touched again. No email from the journalist or feedback. I delved into my darkest and most negative thoughts - "she hated it and couldn't be bothered to give any feedback"

Then at 14:51 military time, today, I got an unexpected email from said journalist...full of positivity and creative feedback! Enters my face, a smile! A new spring my step!

In all it was a fair assessment of the play. Things that I had expected -  based upon my own viewing. In essence and conclusion though....here's comes TRUTH people!

Follow me on my next journey as I take Truth to the London stages for a week in September 2010: https://twitter.com/MarcusFlemmings

Truth...the stageplay...the reading....the history!

Back in 2005, I embarked upon my toughest challenge to date. Making my own film.

Truth was an idea I conceived purely out of my own life choices and experiences. Firstly growing up in the multicultural postcodes known as NW9/HA3 made damn sure that I was well versed on different cultures.

I directed Truth using a handycam, given to me as birthday present and shot it in my younger brothers loft conversion. Shot on a budget of exactly £30. Taking about 7 hours to shoot on a hot summer's day.

Sweltering heat. Passion. Ambition. Were the co-contributors.

Assisting me was the muse of the whole story. Helping with the lights and camerawork...

But that's another story.

The lead actor was a work colleague of mine who had never acted before, who subsequently went on to do stage acting. One of the other actors on the project was a young actress called Kellie Shirley, who went onto Eastenders fame.

When Truth finally premiered in 2006 to a live audience in Farringdon, Central London, along with live music and poetry, it was amazingly received - I remember the audience laughing at the right times, gasping at the right times and being wowed by the end credit sequence which was accompanied with live music. Throughout the whole screening I sat, facing away from the screen, stroke, audience. I far too nervous to engage in the whole experience. Worried about the critical analysis each and every audience member were building in their heads. All of this nervous energy made the loud applauses  at the end of the screening even more sweet. Interviews with the press and more films followed.

3 years later, the lead actor from the film, Neil Daley, spoke loosely about getting Truth onto stage. I questioned the logic...how could I turn Truth - a 10 minute short film - into a whole stageplay?

I didn't think it was possible.

Then one unplanned & impromptu four and a half hour trip back to London from Edinburgh in September (again, that's another story!) I wrote the whole of Truth the Stageplay. Later being assisted by the immense talent of new writer, Hema Kiya Kansara, to help thaw out the rough edges.

And here we are in 2010 with the first reading of Truth due to take place on the 31st of July.

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Truth is a modern hard-hitting stageplay, playing with themes of social and economics conflicts within the UK. Its strong narrative plays as a catalyst for something less literal and more deeper. Exploring the relationships between different racial and social groups in London with an ensemble cast.


Written by Marcus Flemmings & Hema Kiya Kansara
Directed by Neil Daley


Cast:
Jay Marsh
Mandeesh Gill
Haider Zafar
Hannah Neate
Ben Bellamy
Naomi Todd
Andrew Shire
Javed Khan
Umi Pratsis
Alexander Pritchard
Amber O'Shea
David Johnson
Lee Ravitz
Jing Lusi
Sheine Alexander
Nathsha Stokes
Chanette Powell
Nelly Elessa


The reading for Truth is on the 31st of July at 4pm in Mornington Crescent. It is an invite-only audience. Entry is free upon invitation. To attend please email: info@theconstantfilms.com 

Become a Model!

Owning a successful fashion company comes with its perks - but also with it's negative aspects. I see so many potential models come and go every year. Most by their own faults.

Our newly formed TMP evolution program is designed to help models go from not knowing where to begin modelling straight onto the catwalk or into magazines.

Primarily we are looking for girls and guys who have potential and ideally want to make it big in the modelling game.

Over the past 3 years we have launched the careers of over 100 models in the UK. Helping them start from nothing to become something. We cut through all the flaws of being a new model - dodgy agencies, scam artists, hard career choices, shifty individuals, poor selection of pictures, portfolio choices and contacts within the industry.

This program is designed to help YOU, the model, thrive in a competitive and confused industry.

If you're interested in participating in our program contact us.

During the whole process we'll get you the best portfolio you can have, get you out to castings and on the road to success.

Contact us today! We only take on the 10 best applicants.

Email us at: marcus@themodelsportal.co.uk

www.themodelsportal.co.uk
www.tmpstudios.co.uk

Robots.

I am a robot. Same path. Same day. Same speeches in my head. Same resistance to receive. Same reasons not to believe. Same thoughts in my mind. So many pre-designed reasons why to rhyme. Same futile desire to go to bed on time. Synced in with my peers. My mechanical dreams of a life beyond. Same old obsolete hanging on. The only that changes is you. But I’ve already explored that avenue. Now your weak whim to be different is merely the same. So prematurely ends your game. We are the robot.

'"Fiction is where we all dwell; its so much happier here."

'"Fiction is where we all dwell; its so much happier here."

Photography: Raw Cube
Art Direction & Post Production: Marcus Flemmings
Make-up & Hair: Sharina Madlani & Ifat Raja
Model: Sapna Pabbi

Words by Marcus Flemmings.

What I am.

I was the difference between civil rights and you hanging from a tree.
The difference between fighting for what you believe and settling for what you merely receive.
Between landing on the moon and guessing what's above, all too soon.
Between a happy family with two parents and a child who knows only hurt and pain.
Between community and discourse.
I was the thing that kept your kids safe on the street rather than dead on their feet.
I was the difference between having something to wake up for - man, they just don't care no more.
Apathy just reigns free.
They got no use for me.

But this was back in the day when I mattered. Back in the back when I meant something.

Truth - the stageplay script finished!

After nearly a year in the making the script for, Truth the stageplay has been finished.

It took a helluva lotta work to turn what, essentially, is a 10minute piece into a stageplay script.

Truth, my first ever film I made back in 2005, had an original script which consisted of just 4 pages of dialgoue and the rest said 'insert racism here' as I used actors and friends to come up with their own stereotypical and racial monologues.

Transforming a 4 page script into a lengthy and meaningful piece of work was hard work (hence the length of time it's taken) but I proud of it like a newborn.

So now the next step is to do a read through with some great actors and make the script tighter before eventually getting it on stage of the adoring (I hope) public!

Here's the link to Truth the film.

Dote.

So with a lack of warning, to my love for being meticulous, comes my own digital art.

My love for Love and Art have now taken on this form - enjoy! I know I will.

...one boat sails...another enters the port...

Happiness, my online book ends today.

It has been a special experience, writing in an impromptu fashion with minor editing.

All of which will add to the final quality of my next book....

Read the last chapters here.

Time for a new venture in the world of Flemmings, M.

A new muse and a new platform for my own musings.

Possibly starting with the finishing of Bella.

View the trailer here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A89IyYRk7V8

Follow me on Twitter also: https://twitter.com/MarcusFlemmings

Chapter Ten from Happiness (The Secret to)

The Virtue of “Ha”

The way I see it is; the world is split into two conflicting camps…

The LOL camp and the HA camp. I prefer the latter. I like to think of myself as the pioneer of the use of HA. I use this term when I am amused by something in a literary format.

These occurrences normally happen in electronic mail (known to many by email) or during some good old online social networking. One my favourite pastimes.

People of the ‘LOL’ are my enemy. I am incompatible with them.

I awake each day to electronic mail and text messages on my phone littered with LOL’s. This upsets me. Makes me feel suicidal. You might even say rather nihilistic.

I don’t like to be bothered. Well, I do. By people I WANT to bother me. This happens infrequently. I am frequently bothered by people who want to bother me. For various UNACCEPTABLE reasons.
You see this is why I don’t bother people…I get so many people bothering me on a daily basis that I don’t wanna become one of THOSE people that I venomously dislike!

People BOTHER each other so as not to feel lonely. I am comfortable with feeling lonely. I don’t like the feeling of being in a zone where I am creative and not lonely. That makes me feel perfect. I don’t like being perfect…although sometimes I just can’t help it (smiley face followed by LOL)

LOL
LMAO
CUM
WTF
BRB
OMG
TB

The most disheartening one is CUM – this is both confusing and misleading at the same time. Not to mention it’s hardly abbreviating a word if it’s only missing one original letter.

Is it me or is talking with other dysfunctional humanoids a lot easier nowadays?

My nephew, the other day, took a test in social networking abbreviations…he scored 80% is that good? I took the same test and scored 30% but my online IQ test was 128…I am now confused.

Does that mean I’m a pauper or a rich man, mentally speaking?

People who intimate their physical reactions electronically with stars are losers. That’s official.

e.g. *rolls my eyes*
e.g. *faints*
e.g. *laughs*
e.g. *fuck you all for inventing such inept social etiquette. Fuck you for destroying the beautiful language we write. I turn in the graves of Cromwell, Shakespeare and Welles in disgust. Fuck you all.*

Read the rest here.

Happiness (the secret to) - new online book

My next literary project, Happiness, begins today...

Happiness is an online book/journal of how to be happy in life...told with abstract optimism.

It can be viewed here

Enjoy!