FILM DIRECTOR

Female Director. Storyteller, truth-seeker, dream weaver.

The sacred and the ordinary, the seen and the felt. The feminine gaze that flows like water, attuned to the earth and the ever-changing, often unseen, currents of life. The creation of my worlds is inseparable from the divine feminine.

You the viewer are privy to the interiority of the characters, to their thoughts and feelings, free to interpret every nuance of gesture and expression. Subtlety and strength interplay organically, as the evening shadow teases the last of the daylight. The tension of this invisible thread carries us along the narrative arc in search of truth and beauty, meaning and connection.

How can truths as old as time, be so fresh? So tender and so radical. Quiet revelations that feel like coming home. That feel like a revolution.





PORTFOLIO


KHIMIA FOR HARPER’S BAZAAR

What keeps us in place? Are we tied by thread and string and rope? By the weight of expectation, inheritance, our reflection? By blood, by love?

Pain arrived, an uninvited visitor that overstayed their welcome. Don’t shoot the messenger. My sweet guest pain, the catalyst for change, took the comfort zone apart block by bloody block. I don’t think the caterpillar dreams of wings. Does he scream as his flesh is remoulded for a life in the sky?

Courage little one. You were never alone. The thread of creation is yours to unravel. Resilience and reflection guide your path from what it was, to what it will be. Do we call it magic when an animal takes flight, where once it crawled? Is it magic, when alchemy and blade transform a body and soul? The fables of creation, no stranger than the Universe expanding itself. I am the same, but forever changed.


BLUE FOR BOSQUE REAL

I play with the juxtaposition of empty space with the solidity of the architecture and the fluid human body. Sweeping movements evolve into dance, all this energy, all this potential. To mark the passage of the seasons, or rituals of fertility, since ancient times humans have danced among standing stones. Blood rises, matching the now frenzied tempo. Heartbeats echo in this space between the stones; this space that has always been part of human magic.


BCBG MAXAZRIA

A decadent, luxurious enigma. The lighting is moody and dark, we catch only glimpses of precious jewels, sumptuous fabrics, chandeliers and goblets. Hints of excess, grapes for Bacchus - and what lies behind the heavy red curtain? The kind of party you or I will never have membership for? Or a secret dream of Versailles, with surrealist touches of elaborate staircases, backward motion and endless corridors. A world half-seen through an opulent veil of magic and mystery.


GENESIS PANTENE

Luminous in monochrome, the texture and condition of the hair glows through the screen. Capturing the motion of the models, the swing of their hair, and their engagement with the camera is pure, unadulterated beauty. Black and white, curls and waves, long evening gowns; a recognizable but modern twist on the tropes of Old Hollywood Glamour.


COCA COLA

Drenched in the type of self-confidence that is synonymous with youth. Brave and brash, wild and free, when anything is possible - simply because you are young and you are here. Individuals and a Collective, surfing wave after euphoric wave of subculture, pushing the boundaries of style and expression to ever more joyous heights.


SURFACE FOR L’OFFICIEL

A futuristic, sterile world of cubed living spaces, inorganic material and visible barriers. Life in this world of sharp edges and corners is devoid of all the chaos and mess of humanity, this detached life of dolls in a box. Nature takes over organically, as flora came before fauna, the plant life softens the edges and blurs the lines. Flowers bloom and we see our humans become cultivators, sharing space and collaborating, connected again to Life and each other.


AMERICAN EAGLE

Wide open green spaces, as far as the eye can see. Freedom.The sun slows moment after moment, sundrenched skin and sunkissed smiles. Gifting you these days of easy friendship and memories to warm old age. The air cools, and the fire is lit. Talk and laughter almost drowns out the crackle of the burning logs. A summer day like any other, idyllic and ordinary, interminable and fleeting.