Merry Christmas 🎄


I can’t believe that December is already upon us – time is passing so quickly and I’m left wondering have I truly made all these moments count?
Becoming documentary film makers has been one of the grandest decisions in our extraordinary adventures with Fresh Independence.

As we weave the fabric of ‘Selfless’ together we remember, how friends old and new have impacted this journey with the delicate, yet bold threads of colour they bear.
You are no exception and this Christmas season I want to share some thoughts right here.

In a technicolour reflection I would like to hit the replay button and watch myself as a Director – leaping with ease and grace over hurdles never believed possible – but truth is if I slow the frame down I will see a woman sometimes crawling other times holding on – but smiling and inspired for the momentum found.

Having learned we will never reach the finish line without proper tools in our dream box – purpose in hand – heart tucked safely in pocket – and will to fuel us forward.
I can’t shake the feeling ‘Selfless’ has been placed upon our hearts to help it find wings to fly. That we’ve been left on our own so long to protect the pureness of the concept, allowing it to grow organically. Learning much in this process, and though there are miles yet to go – we are going there.

Funny I don’t recognize myself at times – I don’t often stop to look in the mirror much these days, because self reflection is something much deeper now.
Happy for roads less traveled and ventured upon because they have led us to you, and special moments we’ve shared whether big or small – each imprinting upon and bringing us to this place of gratitude.

This year I’ve come to understand that growing pains are simply that – and on the other side of anything difficult is a better version of yourself – surrounded by kindred spirits – hearts dancing to the beat of hope – and souls rejoicing for the connection of something imperfectly perfect.

No encounter is ever lost in time for each imprint on the essence of who we are and gently (or not) point us to that place we are needed most.

On a recent shoot some words found scribbled on a wall resonated within: ‘If knowing is half the battle – then what is the other half?’
May we each rise to our calling as more moments turn to days, to weeks, to another year.

I hope these words find your heart running over with peace – love and joy this season.

Merry Christmas my beautiful friend.🎄
Kim Laureen

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A Good Day

Today felt as quick as a dream.

We have been listening to Paolo Nutini since his debut Album, “These Streets” crossed our path in 2007.
If you know us; you would know we have probably pushed his music on you.
I remember in the earliest days setting up our lap top one night and turning out the lights to watch a concert online via and we just bobbed and grinned to the findings of his Scottish rasp and soulful sound.
On a vacation to California that year we played his Album on repeat every afternoon into evening by the pool and the neighbours would knock and leave notes for us to turn the music down, but of course we could never hear them!

Little fact: there is a secret stripped down version of the song, “Last Request” at the end of the album.
We climbed aboard his train 10 years ago and today we boarded the train to his home town of Paisley.
How could we not, when we had a couple days off. We took the train from Edinburgh to 20 mins. outside of Glasgow where we wandered down a lane to a Ma and Pop gem, “Castelvecchi” 10 New Street, Paisley
(The fish and chips are the best we have ever had by the way) soon as we walked up, we tried to somewhat wipe the permanent grins we were carrying, but it was impossible and yes, I will admit it, I soon felt that of super fan status.
So much of this trip has been trying to soak in the moments that I feel are passing by too quickly to catch. … long story short; we were there just to enjoy, but naturally always in film/storyboarding mode, Director Kim Laureen decided that we should ask the Nutini family if Paolo’s Mom would be interested in being part of a Music Documentary we have simmering on the burner.

We wrote our email on a napkin and built up the courage to give the waitress our elevator pitch. She said his Mom wasn’t around today, but his Dad the cook would come over! Alfredo, decided to call his wife to ask her then waved Kim over to speak with her and I cannot explain how much joy and laughter this moment brought.
Here you can see Kim trying to translate between the thick Scottish accent in the middle of the kitchen where we always and never dreamed to be.

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