Come Again Another Day

For the past few weeks, the main topic of discussion down at Land Elsewhere world headquarters (my apartment) has been whether my plans for a water-heavy short film will end with cinematic glory or devastating property damage. In spite of my rationalization that the worst case scenario would probably end with both, über-producer Christina Ferguson somehow managed to talk me into shelving the...

Culture Shock

Let’s face it – Los Angeles isn’t exactly renowned for its culture. And while this is more than a little odd for a city with an economy based entirely around the arts – or one form of art, at any rate – L.A. has seemingly come to terms with its own limitations. Like an armchair quarterback who screams at the TV that he’d play better if given the chance, only to then slip...

Open Letter to the Guy Who Stole My Stuff

Dear Guy Who Stole My Stuff, Dude. Seriously. I was having a bad enough day. I’d already found out that my mad Tetris skills had gone to waste in the artful packing of my carry-on luggage – a backpack that I’d coaxed into containing 37 square feet of stuff while somehow remaining under the size and weight restrictions – when I was told I’d have to check it because it...

The Advertising Gods Must Be Crazy

In a bizarre, crazy, unexpected and downright strange twist of events, I’ve received word that BLAK COFFEE isn’t eligible for Coke’s short film competition. Granted, this probably doesn’t seem too surprising based on my last post about the entry deadline. What is surprising, however, is that my arch-nemesis Greenwich Mean Time isn’t to blame – it was my decision to feature a...