''I asked Warwick three times if I could make a film about him. The first time he said no. The second time he said no. The third time he said yes, and almost changed his mind halfway through the filming.
''Warwick came up with the title of the film, Rubbings from a Live Man. He gave me 10 great titles and let me choose my favourite from the list.
''For most of the shoot it was just cinematographer Christopher Pryor, Warwick and myself. Warwick was living out of a suitcase like a Buddhist monk, house-sitting a place in Mt Eden, Auckland, and we turned the living room into a set for the film.
"There was a huge green screen, so Warwick could be anywhere we wanted him, thanks to the magic of imagination and cinema,'' Habicht says.
''The shoot was very ritualistic. Chris and I would arrive. Warwick would make us a cup of tea, and we would then discuss everything that came to mind ... We would film for an hour or two, then Warwick would cook us lunch from Madonna's personal chef's cookbook.
''Another memory I have from the shoot is filming Warwick re-enact his birth.
''We buried him, and Warwick then slowly emerged out of the ground, covered in mud and leaves, seeing light and shapes for the first time.
"This was among some bushes in the Auckland Domain. Some passing motorists saw a naked man covered in mud and leaves and called the police.
''When Warwick emerged from the ground howling like a newborn baby, we were greeted by two police officers.
"We continued to film and Warwick did a great job calming down the officers, who were very co-operative,'' Habicht recalls.
''Warwick would turn everyday moments into Warwick magic. He would flirt with life, [and men he found attractive].
''Once, at a dinner party, a woman told Warwick that she was bored when he asked how she was.
"Warwick then went to the kitchen, returned with a bucket of water and poured it over her. 'Are you still bored?', Warwick asked her.''
