PRASHANTT RAI cinematographer » naples

Munich

admin — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 14:22:14 +0000

…The first class coach, though luxurious, was empty. The only occupants beside the conductor were a wiry old man in a black jacket and I. He appeared fitter than most people his age. His grace lay not in his straight spine but in the smooth gray hair that contrasted to his black leather jacket. He resembled an old-fashioned headmaster, once an authority, still clinging on to his dogmatic ways. Every time I took a picture and the camera produced a low whine, he jerked his fragile neck as if a gun had accidentally fired in the carriage!…

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Sorrento

storyinframes — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 15:24:27 +0000

Excerpts from The Pheromone Scent Trail .

Over a period, I discovered their passion for scooters, which they had harboured within them with such fondness that even I began to wonder whether scooters were the most convenient means of transportation. Their fascination for this unique two stroke domesticated Italian machine began when they had visited Rome three years before on a vacation. The Roman holiday seemed to have played a crucial role in changing their outlook towards attaining a cosier mobility on two wheels without having to go BOOM BOOM on a thousand cc racing bike or having to wear that rustic hirsute look on a Harley Davidson cruiser.

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the pheromone scent trail

storyinframes — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 15:06:32 +0000

the journey due south

The woman eventually got up to go to the washroom. When she passed me, I saw the fat man had ample reason for vicarious enjoyment. She wore a suffocating tight pair of tiger skin leotards. A thong parted her generous hips. Her tank top ended provocatively short of her navel, and she swayed awkwardly, her baby tucked carelessly under an arm. The fat man loved the exhilarating parade, couldn’t control himself. The moment she disappeared into the washroom, he clapped and laughed gutturally, tears rolling down his lecherous cheeks. He cupped both hands into a hollow and looked at me meaningfully, hinting at a pair of something. What something? A pair of eyes, ears, tits, or cheeks? What? Cheeks, he clarified later.

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Hello world!

storyinframes — Mon, 12 May 2008 07:16:34 +0000

Essentially a cinematographer, but do love to write sometimes about my travels and film experiences.

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Prashant Rai