Tracking Update
Happy birthday Packages!
Any time something even mildly positive happens within a 20 mile radius, I like to exclaim “the city is electric!”
I am prone to exclamations.
On occasion, it is actually true.
This time last year, Peak Spring was colliding with a Knicks playoff surge, and the ambient energy could only be described as an inverted Ghostbusters II situation, with the underground river of psychomagnotheric slime turning everyone happy / horny / helpful instead of shitty / cranky / evil.
The vibes were immaculate.
Perfect time to go outside and make a movie!
It’s been nice to have this Substack as a real-time filmmaking diary of my first short, from lead up and on-set documentation to post production, crew screenings and the emotional rollercoaster of festival submissions.
Developments on that last front can be announced (!!!) soon, but what I most want to express now — after three intoxicating days of making followed by 365 of waiting — remains an ocean of thanks for all the folks who dove in with me.
I’m jotting this down after running into our 1st AD while grabbing a Sunday morning coffee; literally could not have made Packages without her, and the same goes for everyone else in the mix.
Lots more BTS on deck…
For now, enjoy some set photos from our cinematographer Mike Gomes and continue to stay tuned. My gratitude extends to your patience, because the moral of this story is nothing if not trust the process.
Spring ‘26 hath sprung.
Knicks are Knicking.
The saga continues!
Uni Boys, S/T — if “retro” is gonna be ur deal, no half-measures will do. I’ve been up on UB’s catchy ditties and too small shirts for a minute; their Lemon Twigs-on-uppers jangle is nothing if not thorough!
Friko, “Choo Choo” (for the Chicago Transit Authority likers)
Rosco P. Coldchain & Nicholas Craven, Play With Something Safe
Curren$y, Wiz Khalifa, Harry Fraud, Roofless Records For Drop Tops Disc 2 (Disc 1 also v solid and chill)
Shoreline Mafia, Bidness Is Boomin (LFGGGGGG)
Fung Wah Bus memories — salute a real soldier. One time I woke up biblically hungover parched in Connecticut on a return leg to NYC, chugged a water bottle, immediately realized I did not bring a water bottle with me and spent the rest of the trip waiting for my chestburster to emerge. I lived bitch!
Necromolds (“Warhammer meets Play-Doh”)
What I Learned From Dean Tavoularis, the Legendary Production Designer of New Hollywood
I Got A Crystal Shoved Up My Ass At A Erykah Badu Concert & All I Got Was This Lousy Sweater
Playlists updated!