We headed to Porto in mid-June to upgrade our images and to contrast them with the Scottish Highlands work, to show the versatility of FRAHM Jackets.
I also wanted to visit a lot of FRAHM's suppliers & factories, as there's an a cente of expertise on the edges of Porto. I'll show you the images & film we took there, soon.
On modelling duties were old hand Pravin, who runs restaurant Castle Farm, Midford, and new boy Mike, a locations scout we're mates with in Bath.
Si (far right) & Seth (far left) were on film, with Beetle (centre left) on photography and me finding locations, paying for parking & straightening collars.
We had a great laugh, though I barely spoke for two days after getting home, I was so exhausted!
I hope you enjoy the images. I love them. Nick.
Prav & Mike quietly boiled in the rising temperatures, as Beetle, Seth & Si setup, despite starting early to avoid the heat. We may have cheated with a spray gun, when the passing showers weren't helping us out...
Meanwhile, retired Portuguese blokes fish, tan & socialise in the morning sun.
This is my too-hot & knackered, feed me NOW face.
It was my birthday. I am teetotal. We ate by the sea. They did pineapple & basil smoothies. Heh, I'll get soft drink excitement where I can get it, so I had 3 in a row. The waiter looked at me weird.
The boys were convinced this would have an adverse 'sudden' physiological (don't make me spell it out) effect on me. They watched my face, waiting. Bastards.
I am harder than that. No amount of pineapple can break me. I was fine.
Cool story bro.
I am OBSESSED by thunderstorms. Love them. It was the end of the shoot & the first storm for weeks growled overhead. We tried a shot of Prav lit by a traffic light (below), but the lightning / thunder time was shortening to overhead.
We're all outdoors types and love a cloudbreak, but with piles of eqiuipment & failing light, we made a run for the very car park I'd just left the 7-seater in.
As it turns out, the last images from the shoot were perfect for the Harrington Racer. I think. So, if you're wondering why the new Harrington design is only shot in a car park, it's because we could only shoot it in a car park.
Then we ate at midnight and I passed out shortly afterwards, a happy steak-filled man with dreams of car park films.
It's weird how Prav, the nicest man in the world, ever (ever), a devoted dad & chef, can look so hard.
Or is it weird? Maybe he's a CIA (well, the Swedish equivalent) trained hitman?
Or maybe he just finds keeping a straight face easy, unlike me. Gurns*.