05 Jun 2010, Posted by admin

Edward

Some have said his birth was foretold by a swallow, or was it Dorito chips?

All that we know is that this is a man of many names.

By day Edward Groves amuses himself re-tying old shoelaces and sitting on park benches shouting at busses. By night, this supposed simpleton dons his cape, skyscraper heels and his body hugging leotard to become – Volondo.

The camera wielding, videographer extraordinare. With video cameras for eyes and a directors’ chair stapled to his butt he canvases the streets filming, documenting and creating magic in sight and sound.

The greatest young director of our generation? Spielberg ain’t got nuttin’ on this kid!