Running through Savannah
October 17, 2020
by Dave Quirus
May 2003
- "And how long you think the shoot will take?"
- "Ahh, maybe an hour, two tops"
Scott and I were training to become Flame artists and I had this wonderful idea to shoot a fake Adidas commercial of him running all over town and in to the sky. One of the best parts of each retake was towards the end at the final pier scene - I just kept asking him to jump as close as he possibly could to the railing without hitting the edge - over and over and over again. Some of the raw footage almost landed him directly in to some pretty pissed off fishermen and Scott would just walk off laughing and smiling.
He ended up running for 8 hours straight that day across who-even-knows-how-many-miles. I sat in an air conditioned car filming on top of a cheap bag of rice out the window while Brette, my now wife, drove her car and followed him. Luckily, we all know Georgia isn't that hot or humid at all and clearly that's seen by the dryness of his shirt.
The comp and grade on this fake ad turned out to be just awful, but hey it was 2003, and somehow being around Scott always made me feel like we were creating pure gold together no matter what the limitations.
There aren't many people out there who offer up so much of themselves and ask for so little in return. He was one of them and he did it with such love for everyone around him. I am so unbelievably lucky to have had him in my life as such a caring and thoughtful friend for these past 18 years.
Watching him run across the moonlit sky above the Atlantic waves turned out to be only a shimmer of what he would be capable of from that point forward. I'm going to miss you so incredibly much.
- "And how long you think the shoot will take?"
- "Ahh, maybe an hour, two tops"
Scott and I were training to become Flame artists and I had this wonderful idea to shoot a fake Adidas commercial of him running all over town and in to the sky. One of the best parts of each retake was towards the end at the final pier scene - I just kept asking him to jump as close as he possibly could to the railing without hitting the edge - over and over and over again. Some of the raw footage almost landed him directly in to some pretty pissed off fishermen and Scott would just walk off laughing and smiling.
He ended up running for 8 hours straight that day across who-even-knows-how-many-miles. I sat in an air conditioned car filming on top of a cheap bag of rice out the window while Brette, my now wife, drove her car and followed him. Luckily, we all know Georgia isn't that hot or humid at all and clearly that's seen by the dryness of his shirt.
The comp and grade on this fake ad turned out to be just awful, but hey it was 2003, and somehow being around Scott always made me feel like we were creating pure gold together no matter what the limitations.
There aren't many people out there who offer up so much of themselves and ask for so little in return. He was one of them and he did it with such love for everyone around him. I am so unbelievably lucky to have had him in my life as such a caring and thoughtful friend for these past 18 years.
Watching him run across the moonlit sky above the Atlantic waves turned out to be only a shimmer of what he would be capable of from that point forward. I'm going to miss you so incredibly much.