Born in Bulgaria and raised in Los Angeles, Ivaylo Getov resides in Brooklyn, NY living the gypsy lifestyle of a freelance Cinematographer. In 2009, he graduated from the Tisch School of the Arts at NYU with a BFA in Film and a minor in Philosophy, as well as studying in Cuba at the University of Havana and with the Ludwig Foundation, where he completed a short experimental documentary. As a cinematographer, he has earned credits on numerous shorts, music videos, and documentaries as well as shooting films and photo essays across three continents and countless countries.

You can see his work at the links to the right, or check back here for news and miscellaneous mischief.

June 27, 2009
For those of you that have seen it, then you know that this is a frame of the most hilarious, awesome shot in Transformers 2.  Directly competing with the crazy shot from the first one where the camera wrapped 180° around a silently screaming woman in slow motion as robots and rockets did their business around her. This one’s in slow motion too. Also, awesome breakdown from io9: “People don’t understand that this isn’t a movie, in the conventional sense. It’s an assault on the senses, a barrage of crazy imagery. Imagine that you went back in time to the late 1960s and found Terry Gilliam, fresh from doing his weird low-fi collage/animations for Monty Python. You proceeded to inject Gilliam with so many steroids his penis shrank to the size of a hair follicle, and you smushed a dozen tabs of LSD under his tongue. And then you gave him the GDP of a few sub-Saharan countries. Gilliam might have made a movie not unlike this one.”

For those of you that have seen it, then you know that this is a frame of the most hilarious, awesome shot in Transformers 2.  Directly competing with the crazy shot from the first one where the camera wrapped 180° around a silently screaming woman in slow motion as robots and rockets did their business around her.

This one’s in slow motion too.

Also, awesome breakdown from io9:

“People don’t understand that this isn’t a movie, in the conventional sense. It’s an assault on the senses, a barrage of crazy imagery. Imagine that you went back in time to the late 1960s and found Terry Gilliam, fresh from doing his weird low-fi collage/animations for Monty Python. You proceeded to inject Gilliam with so many steroids his penis shrank to the size of a hair follicle, and you smushed a dozen tabs of LSD under his tongue. And then you gave him the GDP of a few sub-Saharan countries. Gilliam might have made a movie not unlike this one.”

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