When you're younger, there's a mystical haze that gets put over the line between fantasy and reality.
And as you get older, that line forms and grows stronger and stronger.
What life should be. Thinking more with your head and less with your heart. Where your priorities should lie. What makes you successful.
I never fit into that box. I never thought that life should be full of so many rules and responsibilities and duties.
And, even as a kid, I knew that getting trapped on the reality side never felt as good as being lost on the fantasy side.
So whenever I had an experience, especially a small-but-mighty one, I would stop and admire it.
I still do - even in my thirties.
There's a line in The Office that states:
"I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them."
And when I heard it spoken on screen for the first time, I cried.
Because I spent my life knowing I was in the good old days.
Especially when I was young.
And I couldn't have asked for anything more wonderful than having that outlook on the world.
I think we all need a little bit more of that.
I think we all need thicker haze over that line.
So, I try to put that haze back and create a world with you, even (especially) if the only things in the room are you and a backdrop.
Because the most magic is cast in the simplest of places.
We're in the good old days. I'd like to be able to show you that.
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I always knew life was fleeting.
Even at a young age, I made very sure that the moments surrounding me must be ones that made me feel.
They must. Because one day, this would all be gone.
I wanted fairy tales to be real. So badly, that I longed to bring them to life.
So I do.
WE do, Adam and I. Together.
Through images that dance. That make you feel. That waltz and tango and bloom. That are poetic and alive.
That show the royals from the storybooks in real time.
The kind that might escape the castle and change the world. The kind with dirty feet and muddied hems. The kind with their hair whipping wildly in the wind. The kind that might look up to the stars at night and stick their toes into the dark, moon-lit sea. The kind that worry not about perfection on the surface, but of how perfect life can be underneath the chaos.
The kind who want their images to dance, too.
So, if that's you, we're ready to meet you. And we just can't wait a second longer.