A short film for my friend's birthday
When I first met Pierre, I couldn't have foreseen what the next three years of our friendship would be like. I had just come back to Montreal. Twice I'd failed to get a place in Toronto. My dream of traveling in a van had also fallen apart. So I rented a U-Haul and went to pick up my furniture from a storage unit. Pierre helped me carry it into the coliving house he'd just started.
For Pierre's birthday in February, I made a short film from our first trip together. We found what we mistakenly thought was Crown land and went there to camp. I brought my camera along. I had no intention of filming anything. I was looking to get away, and so was Pierre.
The most memorable thing wasn't getting kicked out of someone's private lake, even though I can hardly forget that. It was the chat at the campfire the night before. We talked about our worries and our hopes. About what would become of us. The meaning of it all. Girls, too, obviously. That campfire was where our friendship truly began.
I hope the film speaks better than my words can.
I love you, Pierre. I wish you the best.