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Please take second to read this post before you unpin it into oblivion. You also don’t have to, but I really need some help. My NYU thesis film, “Big World”, is in the running for project of the week on Indiewire. In order to win, I need to get the most votes (yeah, it’s one of those things). There’s no registration or any of that mumbo jumbo required. Please, Tumblr friends, if you have an actual minute, please vote for “Big World” if you think it’s the project you’d like to see win project of week. It’s a big deal to me!

You can vote here:

http://www.indiewire.com/article/vote-for-indiewires-project-of-the-week-will-it-be-world-monsters-mum-or-violence

Help my good friend!

Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy
I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.
In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).
Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.
In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.
I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.
See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!
Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy
I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.
In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).
Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.
In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.
I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.
See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!
Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy
I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.
In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).
Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.
In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.
I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.
See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!
Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy
I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.
In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).
Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.
In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.
I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.
See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!
Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy
I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.
In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).
Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.
In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.
I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.
See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!
Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy
I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.
In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).
Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.
In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.
I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.
See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!
Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy
I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.
In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).
Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.
In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.
I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.
See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!
Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy
I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.
In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).
Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.
In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.
I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.
See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!
Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy
I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.
In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).
Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.
In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.
I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.
See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!
Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy
I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.
In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).
Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.
In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.
I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.
See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!

Day 2: Morning Scout, Ortakoy

I find myself scouting my second location sooner than expected. Due to some changes in my schedule, I woke up this day and learned that I had 15 minutes to shower, change and become presentable if I wanted to leave the house that morning.

In a rush I packed up my DSLR, a book to read in my free time and my usual accessories: wallet, phone, ID etc. Impulsively, I chose to go to Ortakoy. I was not mentally prepared for scouting but figured that I could at least grab some breakfast and settle my thoughts a little (it had been a very hectic week).

Ortakoy is the neighborhood where I had spent many of my nights drunk and hanging out with friends. Over the years it had become quieter and perhaps not the hang out spot. I still find it the most picturesque. Taksim has the atmosphere and the liveliness what with its crowds and every changing design. But Ortakoy is the postcard: the Bosporus bridge lighting up the water below, connecting Europe and Asia as a beautiful mosque sits underneath it.

In the film, Ortakoy is the scene that shows the protagonist losing his connection with the city. It is a walk and talk scene that begins in the narrow passages of this diverse neighborhood (starting in the Kumpir and waffle street, going past the nargile bars and then the cheap pubs) and ends out in the open, under that postcard bridge.

I had been filming and taking photographs with my SLR. However, as was expected, I was getting a lot of peeved and angry looks. People figured that since I kept returning to the same spots that I was not a tourist. I decided to switch to my phone for pictures. This was actually easier and also, I used a panorama app to take some super wide wides. I may have overused it. Also, if my hands were not steady some mistakes were made.

See if you can spot some of these mistakes below!

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