Diriyah
Mud brick, a falcon, a date palm standing alone, and a town that has been a ruin and a capital and is about to be both again. A minute on why the place is worth the visit.
A heritage site that is half restoration and half construction site — and a client who could not have a camera crew in most of it during the build.
The first treatment opened on the skyline of the new district. It was the wrong order: the reason anyone comes is four hundred years older than the cranes.
A seed in cracked ground, a hand on a wall, a corridor at dusk. The new district appears once, late, and only as light on the horizon.
Two weeks from approved treatment to delivered master, with the shot plates cut in during the second week.
The cutting room.
Generated and shot elements in the same cut, graded until the question stops being interesting.
