I was a highly-paid, martini swilling advertising creative director. But I gave it all up and flew off to South East Asia, yet failed to find myself.
Instead, I found werewolves in Cairo, during Ramadan. Mad monks in stupa spaceships. And forgotten Lao Generals selling durian ice cream.
I once wrote for National Geographic. Now I’m telling my stories on film. My production company, Amoeba Films, is a collaborative collection of like-minded artists, filmmakers and productive dreamers.
I have two daughters and thirteen independent film awards.
