I found the trailer for Eating Scarlet that I edited for Steven at the time. It was a pretty crazy subject to pick to make a film about that Steven executed sweetly and lovingly.
We edited Eating Scarlet in a Vicarage in Stockwell, editing and preaching culture left and right in between edit decisions intermitted by coffees, tobacco and cuban leftovers. I remember a sense of disappointment when it was done. Not because of what we had done but about it being done, finished, I didn’t want it to be over, didn’t want to say goodbye.
Seeing Eating Scarlet now, it seems to be about the almost childlike innocence of obsession, the virgin eye focused on the color spectrum of attraction, a place a lot of us like to dwell and what a great place to do this: in film. A traditional masculine genre, the serial killer thriller that Steven was approaching with a romantic feminine focus in a punk noir setting, creating his own genre of camp intelligence.
Scarlet lives on and lets treasure her.
Love
Laurens
