Chasing Magic Frames: The Unseen Sisyphus Behind Your Screens

Before the curtain rises, let’s clarify: these artistic headaches are champagne problems. Salt needed, since we’re wildly grateful for this life—beyond doubt.

Chasing “the perfect shot” feels like hunting unicorns. That’s why Singapore’s Merlion—that mythical fish-lion hybrid spewing water—became our symbolic launchpad. Bikes loaded, adrenaline pumping… but Apollo ghosted us. A mood-killing grey blanket smothered the sky. Bernardo, our artist-realism hybrid, craves that spark beyond mere documentation. Sometimes reality needs… curation.

Queue the plot twist: We loitered overnight for sunshine. Cue golden hour magic. The video’s radiant opening? Earned, not given.

Flash to Malaysia’s Cameron Highlands—a brutal 2km elevation gain squeezed into 50km. Legs screamed. Drama ensued. Then: “Tripod time!” My new job? Human bike-rack grappling with gravity on Everest-grade slopes. Bernardo? Jogging director-mode: scout angle → bike up → shoot → fetch camera → repeat. His accidental marathon training deserves medals.

One usable clip per 10 takes. Patience? My new superpower (alongside peanut butter binges). Forget fitness goals—I’m evolving into a sentient Skippy jar.

So yes, the final cut’s silk hides miles of sandpaper grit. But damn, that frame sparkles.