my story (if it matters)
2000–2017I started by the book. Filmmaking degree (2000), then Media Production degree at La Sorbonne (2003). Spent several years inside the machine working in a production company—commercial shoots, music videos. I learned the craft. Don't get me wrong, I loved these years but my head was full of cinema. The kind that bruises.
Started freelancing under Drublik
. Shot what I could. When I wasn't behind the camera, I was elbow-deep in ink and mesh—screen printing. Fell hard for the process. Launched a zine. Built a micro-label called Rawtee
.
The personal projects—the films—never made it past development. Too expensive, I needed more experience. But the gigs for Drublik came in. Rawtee took off. It looked like I'd made it—in my own crooked way.
In 2009, I visited Berlin for the first time. Something cracked open. The city had that cracked-lens energy—raw, beautiful, unfinished. The scene pulsed underground. I knew I had to be there. It took years but by 2017, I finally moved. And that's when the reel jammed.
The video work dried up. Buried Drublik. Folded Rawtee. Took whatever came, learned fast, burned faster. Then illegally fired, months without income, debt stacking. Found my way back through a streaming company, learned more than I expected, cut again after three years. Strategic reasons.
2024–2025On the ruins of Drublik, I built Aegir Studio and turned inward. Wrote a feature script, The Edge. Coded RevCut to fix my own client-feedback problem, then Skrean for the genre films that don't beg to be liked. Went back to the screen-printing press with Jōhatsu. Dumped the late-night noise into //:bl34k.
Five years, five things that didn't exist before.
Berlin never rolled out the red carpet. Good.