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Laura, for Krissy Kneen

Some Fan Art for Krissy Kneen, author of Triptych. This is, that scene, with Laura. Being displayed tonight at the Blacklist Art Show, 105 Rivington Street, 6-10

Red Cross “Parcel”

We are very pleased to share this new spot we made with blacklist.tv “Parcel” for Red Cross New Zealand. Holbrooks Directing Duo, Tom Brown and Daniel Gray, collaborated across continents, with Dan working in Budapest and Tom heading up a team in New York. Illustrators Marika Cowen and Angelica Alzona helped us to create these great styleframes, the majority of the elements also making it into the final spot.

In the spot, the camera follows a Red Cross aid package as it transitions through different situations of crisis and delivers relief to people in need.

“We wanted to take the material and create a real roller-coaster of imagery and emotion,” commented Holbrooks Director, Daniel Gray. “We wanted to show how Red Cross is brave and committed in their quest to helping those in need.”

Holbrooks created a sophisticated look in response to the agency’s brief. The monochromatic tone throughout the film helps convey its serious message while a neutral backdrop makes the Red Cross emblem pop.

“Everyone working on the project was of the same mind for the direction,” said Holbrooks Director Tom Brown, who oversaw the NYC animation team. “The design is closest to the true Holbrooks personal style.”

The team employed a mix of cel animation and 3D camera work to balance handcrafted warmth with dynamic storytelling. Holbrooks took advantage of being located in both New York City and Budapest to maximize production days, working around the clock with the New Zealand client to manage the compressed production schedule.

Music and sound design by Antfood supports the narrative — a journey from a serious and dark place to a resolution that is more hopeful.

The spot is currently running in New Zealand as part of the Red Cross Annual Appeal.

Access to Sport

holbrooksfilms:

Here is Holbrooks latest, we finished it a while ago but have been waiting for the Obama’s to watch it in the White house before we put it online…

Aimed at spreading the word of http://designedtomove.org and getting the whole world moving again.

Here are some initial Styleframes and character designs for the film:

And Production stills….

I drew these loved up cats for a friend a while ago, I didn’t realise they were both boys when I drew them, they are about to have sex regardless

Remember little old t.o.m? He is soon going to be exhibiting himself at The Museum of Wales as part of an exhibition on the history of Welsh Animation, along with some of his awards, and of course, many other animations made in Wales.

The Wales Animation exhibition will open in the National Waterfront Museum, Swansea on October 13, and in National Museum Cardiff on October 27. In the meantime, there’s a taster here www.museumwales.ac.uk/en/walesanimation/

The Hipster and the Air-conditioner:
Pleased with my purchase, I hauled the 30kg box out of the taxi, past the Puerto Ricans smoking pot on the stoop, watching their kids play in the water hydrant they’ve opened up for the 19th consecutive day, and up four flights of American steps into my ghetto hipster sublet. Wrestling with the over zealous packaging I eventually got the brute out of its sheath & sticky tape and stood sweating in the heat as I tried to decipher the installation instructions. A beer was needed & soon all became clear, I had to slide this rubbery bit into a slot, and guide the plastic guard into the metal thing I’d just screwed onto the unit with a knife. So far so good. All I had to do then was lift the bastard into the open window and pray to god it somehow balanced there, fortunately the bottom window doesn’t stay open so using my knee as a jack I propped up the sash whilst picking up the ac-unit and hauled it out there. Dropping the window into place all seemed secure, precarious but secure, perhaps it was at a slight angle though? Should it be straight? An adjustment was defiantly needed, so I opened the window again to ease it out a little, forgetting of course that there was nothing but the damn window holding it. Plummeting out of the window, I only had a fraction of a moment spare to grab $200 of newly purchased electronics, holding it precariously on the edge of the outdoor window ledge, did I mention the window doesn’t stay up. A silent scream erupted in me as the sash window slammed down on my forearms pinning my arms to the window-frame. Hands holding heavy air conditioner, arms trapped by a closed window, and me kneeling on the floor, alone, face pressed against the glass of my capture. “Don’t fucking move” that was the only thought that went through my head, it took 2 days of walking in 90 degree heat (I don’t know what that means, but it’s the temperature people tell me it was), a $20 cab ride and 200 dollars to get this bastard air conditioner perched on the wrong edge of a windowsill four stories up. Don’t fucking move. This wasn’t the solution though, My flatmate Bob, being approximately 168 hours from returning from Wisconsin, and I wouldn’t survive that long in this heat anyway, it wasn’t even plugged in. As sweat dripped down my face, down the small of my back & slowly started to lubricate my arms and fingers, here we have the answer to my dilemma. The power chord was still hanging inside the window, after minutes hours or seconds, I manoeuvred myself so that teeth could clench cord and held onto the bastard with my pearly whites as I prised the window back up with my head and forearm, shifting my left arm free, leaving my right arm to balance the AC and my teeth to take the weight. I shoved the window up and pulled it back through. It’s still not straight. But I don’t give a fuck. — The Hipster and the Air-conditioner:

Pleased with my purchase, I hauled the 30kg box out of the taxi, past the Puerto Ricans smoking pot on the stoop, watching their kids play in the water hydrant they’ve opened up for the 19th consecutive day, and up four flights of American steps into my ghetto hipster sublet. Wrestling with the over zealous packaging I eventually got the brute out of its sheath & sticky tape and stood sweating in the heat as I tried to decipher the installation instructions. A beer was needed & soon all became clear, I had to slide this rubbery bit into a slot, and guide the plastic guard into the metal thing I’d just screwed onto the unit with a knife. So far so good. All I had to do then was lift the bastard into the open window and pray to god it somehow balanced there, fortunately the bottom window doesn’t stay open so using my knee as a jack I propped up the sash whilst picking up the ac-unit and hauled it out there. Dropping the window into place all seemed secure, precarious but secure, perhaps it was at a slight angle though? Should it be straight? An adjustment was defiantly needed, so I opened the window again to ease it out a little, forgetting of course that there was nothing but the damn window holding it. Plummeting out of the window, I only had a fraction of a moment spare to grab $200 of newly purchased electronics, holding it precariously on the edge of the outdoor window ledge, did I mention the window doesn’t stay up. A silent scream erupted in me as the sash window slammed down on my forearms pinning my arms to the window-frame. Hands holding heavy air conditioner, arms trapped by a closed window, and me kneeling on the floor, alone, face pressed against the glass of my capture. “Don’t fucking move” that was the only thought that went through my head, it took 2 days of walking in 90 degree heat (I don’t know what that means, but it’s the temperature people tell me it was), a $20 cab ride and 200 dollars to get this bastard air conditioner perched on the wrong edge of a windowsill four stories up. Don’t fucking move. This wasn’t the solution though, My flatmate Bob, being approximately 168 hours from returning from Wisconsin, and I wouldn’t survive that long in this heat anyway, it wasn’t even plugged in. As sweat dripped down my face, down the small of my back & slowly started to lubricate my arms and fingers, here we have the answer to my dilemma. The power chord was still hanging inside the window, after minutes hours or seconds, I manoeuvred myself so that teeth could clench cord and held onto the bastard with my pearly whites as I prised the window back up with my head and forearm, shifting my left arm free, leaving my right arm to balance the AC and my teeth to take the weight. I shoved the window up and pulled it back through. It’s still not straight. But I don’t give a fuck.

Hello New York! Just incase you haven’t seen it t.o.m. will now be playing at the Nitehawk cinema with the Feature, Ruby Sparks, starting this Friday.