My mother always told me that I’m not weird, I’m a limited edition, just like when I was a young child and took my father to despair in a three-hour car trip listening repeatedly and over the same music tape. He couldn’t understand that I was discovering the pleasure of listening to music.
When I was six, I cried a lot for them to buy me a polaroid camera (thank god that those crying efforts were not in vain). I also cried for some girls, but my family always told me that they didn’t deserve me anyway (although my Mom sometimes said that I wasn’t right of my mind to let some go away).
My parents got a bit upset when I quit architecture. They thought because I had some talent to draw (because of my comics stories), I would be fine, but I wasn’t. I wanted to do movies. What did they expect? They took me a lot of times to the cinema. And having an uncle who introduced me to Kubrik and showed me Duel of Steven Spielberg would have to damage my future. After sinking in reality and as I wasn’t quitting to pursue a career as a Formula One driver secretly, it was ok to change. After graduating and entering the movie business (mainly commercials), they started to think again that it was a wrong move. They saw me working and suffering to survive to
some ruthless but top Directors. But I always told them that it was part of a learning curve and it would pay off. And I think it has (without any considerable traumas I guess…).
Summing up, I am a little bit of everyone I met, a bit of the places I went, a bit of the nostalgia I left and I am a lot of the things I liked.
Life is too short. Please don’t waste it reading this bio. There are two good reasons why I should hire me: I’m currently saying yes to new adventures, and I still owe money to my parents.