I was born into a brotherless world. Well, no blood-brothers anyways. And don’t get me wrong – I am forever grateful for and deeply love the two sisters I was born in-between. In fact, I think it is the woman-filled world that I grew up into that makes me the manly man I am today.

But I think I always sought out surrogate brothers in my life. And I am surrounded by a boat-full of them. My love for the humans (both male and female) in my life is something I can’t always put words to. I often feel like I have a bottomless pit of love to give, but as a flawed human, commonly run dry and fall short in my ability to love well.

But I keep on trying.

Eight years ago this May I met Josh McBride at the top of “Caf Hill” (as we called it in college). He wore Birkenstocks and had 15-inch long curly hair. Little did I know the adventure I was setting out on. He would, along with Jon Crosswhite, become part of a trio that would help usher me into some semblance of manhood. Cheesy? I don’t care. It’s true.

Josh and Jon are incredibly different then me. In fact, it is those differences that have caused me to be so connected to them. I have a couple other dear friends that are nearly as equal to them in depth of friendship. But Josh and Jon’s unique role in my life is in their honesty, transparency, and in how our differences sharpen us as individuals.

I may very well have quoted this here before… so bare with me because I think it’s worth a second read.

“The greatest of disadvantages is that we are too prone to welcome everybody else’s wrong solution to the problems of life. There is a natural laziness that moves us to accept the easiest solutions – the ones that have common currency among our friends. That is why an optimistic view of life is not necessarily always a virtuous thing. In a time like ours, only the coarse grained still have enough resistance to preserve their fair-weather principles unclouded by anxiety. Such optimism may be comfortable but is it safe? In a world where every lie has currency, is not anxiety the more real and the more human reaction? …

This truth never becomes clear as long as we assume that each one of us, individually, is the center of the universe. We do not exist for ourselves alone, and it is only when we are fully convinced of this fact that we begin to love ourselves properly and thus also love others. What do I mean by loving ourselves properly? I mean, first of all, desiring to live, accepting life as a very great gift and a great good, not because of what it gives us, but because of what it enables us to give to others…

It is therefore of supreme importance that we consent to live not for ourselves but for others. When we do this we will be able first of all to face and accept our own limitations. As long as we secretly adore ourselves, our own deficiencies will remain to torture us with an apparent defilement. But if we live for others, we will gradually discover that no one expects us to be “as gods.” We will see that we are human, like everyone else, that we all have weaknesses and deficiencies, and that these limitations of our plays a most important part in all our lives. It is because of them that we need others and others need us….

Nothing at all makes sense, unless we admit, with John Donne, that: ‘No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.’”

Eight years ago I began a friendship with two people that I didn’t expect to become friends with – and wouldn’t have likely picked out of a crowd as two people to spend life with. But I’m so glad that we were thrown together. Because they, like me, sought truth in their own hearts and lives. They longed for meaning and hope, redemption and forgiveness– and all that amidst sharing the dark truths of the other. For in opening up our greatest insecurities and demons to each other, we acknowledged and took heart that these had no power over us, that we were, after all, completely and totally spared from these shadows.

As Thomas Merton explains, we are unable to truly find ourselves without other people around us. And that takes “truth-hunting.” I am a failure at a great many things… and I succeed at a couple things here in there, depending on how loosely you use the word “succeed.” But I hope that I will never stop being a truth-hunter, not only for myself, but for my brother as well.

I’m thankful for the brothers in my life that surround me in the forest– are my eyes on all sides where I can’t see, my ears to hear the crackle of steps from predators, and my company around the fire after the hunt, when the goodness of life lights up the woods around me, illuminating what was once shadow.

The 3rd and 4th picture (as well as the cover photo for the film) courtesy of Ira Lippke.

directed by ADAM SJÖBERG
with ARTHUR HITCHCOCK & ANTHONY FELIX
footage from trip ARTHUR HITCHCOCK & ANTHONY FELIX
music by MICHAEL WILSON, WILDCAT! WILDCAT!, BEN BISHOP, SEAN DIMOND
news footage courtesy of KNOP, NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA

Hitchcock Walks from Loose Luggage on Vimeo.

For some past New Years excursions with my travel pal Scott check here, here, and here.

For some other Loose Luggage travel journal films, go here, here, & here.

Nicaragua / 2012 from Loose Luggage on Vimeo.

These next few blog posts are going to be a bit out of order…  I spent much of January doing a bit of traveling in Central America.  This meant crowded buses, dugout boats, rainy islands, muddy volcano hikes, and yes, a few mishaps along the way.  One of the more bizarre and dream-like parts of my trip was my sailing trip (along with my friend Arthur) from Panama to Colombia.  This took about six days and there were 9 of us total crammed into a 44 foot vessel.  Several of the days were spent exploring the most beautiful islands I’ve ever seen in my life– many of which are uninhabited.  However, there was about 48 hours of non-stop sailing against the wind with up to 4 meter waves.  I managed to avoid sea-sickness for the most part and it was certainly an enjoyable adventure (including sitting on the bough with 40 dolphins swimming under and around me).  However, many of our international crew got sick, including poor Swiss-Italian Valentina who kissed the dock in Colombia when we finally arrived.

Here’s the little preview video I put together form last years footage (and Laurel’s song).

Oh, and one more from the wonderful and talented Michael Wilson…

It’s been a banner year, and I’m so very grateful. Putting together this highlights reel was a bit cathartic– almost surreal– as I thought back through all of the projects and places that this year has taken me. Dozens of shoots, 13 countries (if I’m counting right), and a broad range of stories. Frankly, I’m overjoyed and humbled. And I’m so excited for what 2012 has to offer.

90% of what you see in this little piece are from the last 12 months.

Here’s to another adventurous, inspiring 12 months!

A Brief History of the World / A Love Story from Loose Luggage on Vimeo.

This is a fun little film I made for my best friend about the day of his engagement. Hopefully not your typical “engagement video.”

MUSIC BY
Cloud Cult
Josh McBride (Lucky Wilber), Emily Weiss (MLE), & Josiah Johnson (of the Head & the Heart)
Simon & Garfunkel
Bob Dylan

FILMED BY
Adam Sjöberg http://www.vimeo.com/looseluggage

ADDITIONAL FOOTAGE
Archives

EDITED BY
Adam Sjöberg http://www.vimeo.com/looseluggage

I recently had the pleasure of hanging out with Arthur Hitchcock and his devoted friend Anthony here in the city I love. Arthur has a pretty remarkable story that I can hardly do justice in a few words here.

Last Sunday he walked into the Atlantic Ocean near Coney Island after a 5 month journey on foot from Long Beach, CA. Arthur is one of very few modern men to accomplish such a task.

The journey began months before he set foot outside of his home town. When Arthur was only two years old his father, a photographer, passed away very suddenly. Since then he and his mother have been each others world. In September of 2010 she was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. One month later she passed away. With both of his parents gone, Arthur began preparing for an epic journey across the United States entirely on foot. It was a funeral march, of sorts. A chance to think, escape, move forward… one step at a time… and honor his mother’s spirit as a passionate adventurer and his father as a photographer.

In a few days I’ll be heading to Augusta, Maine to see him complete his journey. He has a million stories to tell, so I’ll leave that up to him. Check out his photos and stories here and help support the fight against breast cancer here.

Photo 2 down is Anthony. Read the article below (and stay tuned) for more info on Arthur’s story.

Arthur, you inspire me.

Well, I’m still releasing this today but definitely at (literally) the eleventh hour. I’m up in the mountains for a shoot and thought for sure that I would have had Internet before now.

I’ll keep this short and sweet. This project was born in late January of this year. It took a month and a half to plan, a single day to shoot, and now six months to finish. In a lot of ways I was exercising creative muscles that I’d not yet used and it was an incredibly rewarding growing experience to make.

I was overwhelmed from the beginning to have such amazing talent- Tyler Riggs and Suvi Koponen. Go ahead, google them. They’re rockstars in the fashion world and were incredibly versatile actors. As I mentioned, it was a one day shoot which is a very short time to shoot such a breadth of content and they were fabulous– braving the freezing cold Chelsea piers and sitting in lukewarm bathwater for an hour and a half. Not to mention they were a delight off camera.

Also a million thanks to Janelle Wible who produced this with me. Without her selfless efforts I never would have finished it (or started it for that matter).

Below are the rest of our amazing crew. I will add links to all their work when I have better internet but in the mean time please google them because they all have amazing personal work. Thanks a million to all of you! Without your belief in this project and selfless dedication the day of, it wouldn’t have happened.

Enjoy.

Talent: Tyler Riggs, Suvi Koponen
Executive Producer: Janelle Wible
Music: Son Lux, The Silver Boys
Stylist: Dawn West
Makeup: Virginia Linzee
Second Camera: Nathan Smith
Assistants: Evelyn Rivera & Lily Fan
Set provided by: Andrea & Ira Lippke
Wardrobe provided by: Vera Wang & Native Son
Additional wardrobe provided by: Sonia Rykiel, Quail, Apolis, Lekuin, Okuta, Velvetine, & Mina Ro Mina
Special thanks to: Next Models, Red Model Management, Medium Concepts, LuxCartel

This post is a little self-indulgent… It’s not that I assume every image in this post is going to blow your mind (ha) they just represent a collection of images from my weekend under the towering redwoods with my good friend Eric and I couldn’t sacrifice any of those moments. So deal with it! (Double-ha)

My life is loud. Most of it, whether in New York or not, feels New-York-paced. Often I catch up on sleep in planes, taxis, and trains. E-mails are answered in transit, and much of my post-production happens while burning the midnight oil. With September and October comprising the busiest season of my year, and this year being the busiest I’ve yet had, I cherish any moments of rest I can get.  Sometimes these times of rest fly by all too quickly. I think it’s my state of mind. If I sit in silence and let my mind go wild with what I could be doing and need to get done, rest is anything but restful, and speeds past me before I can shut my eyes and feel the breeze.

However, last weekend after a shoot in Napa I drove my rental car (convertible – yay!) down through the valley, past the Bay, and up into the beautiful Santa Cruz mountains. My 48 hour hiatus with Eric was exactly what I needed and we filled it to the brim with laughter, soulful conversation, delicious food, and time around the fire under a blanket of stars. Because it was so deeply restful and I released the rushing world that I live in, it crept by slowly and sweetly.

While I was in India a few weeks back I had the opportunity to have a similar time of rest. While relaxing on the cliffs hanging over the waves that crash against Western India, I read 100 pages of journals from the last 4 years. I meditated on my journey, the Goodness of the God I believe in, and hope for the future. Thought I’d share a few words from 4 years ago in Southern Thailand if you care to read. Otherwise, skip to the goods below…

“Outside the gray clouds shove their way greedily over the blue jagged mountains of the southern Thailand. The Krabi airstrip is desolate, surrounded by lush vegetation that extends for miles in all directions.

Meanwhile, here I sit. My California home is still an eternity away. I am completely isolated. I imagine myself as what I am—a tiny, organic speck, like a bacteria or microbe, squirming about on the giant face of a huge blue-green sphere that pummels through a black darkness like an orange being tossed into the night sky.

I arrogantly assume the trophy position of the modern human: independent, free-standing, mobile. Mobility is my pearl of great price. It is my loftiest treasure, my trump card, my fountain of youth. My island-of-a-self slides carefree across the planes, mountains, and oceans of the globe. I absorb what I can of the cultural atmosphere around me, mostly I just watch. I peer, as though my body moves without my will, through two blue-green eyes. My legs cover ground, my hands exchange money and purchase bus and boat tickets, my feet grow calloused and brown in my sandals, my shoulders peel from the unrelenting sun, and inside this shell I continue to examine the world that I’m crawling across.

The whites of people’s eyes slide across my retina. Their bodies—of many varying tones—are a blur. Their garments simply swim around the sea of eyes as though they’re being painted onto the canvas around me. Each set of eyes, blinking, determined, aged, have seen a lifetime. The rise and fall of the sun, daily. The pain and joy alike boil in the stew of glistening pupils. Each eye is its own tiny planet, sliding through the universe of our smoggy world, gathering the dust of the past millennia. They rest daily, wrapped in skin and eyelashes, if only for a break from the data-flow. If only to ignore the dirt and grime of humanity long enough to become sufficiently numb to it, to reawaken anew, and then gather more information. A death here, a massacre there. A birth in India, a slaughter in North Korea. A kiss in Laos, government collapse in Sudan. A loving whisper in Denmark, a car bomb in London.

Can I please shut my eyes for longer than one-third of it all? Let me sleep infinitely, awakening only long enough to gaze into an orange sunset, or a star-filled sky. Let me light my view only with the sweetness of things, and collapse my window shades at the faintest chance of an eclipse of my golden sun.

Or should I stare weary-eyed always. Sleep only when death forces it. Stare red-eyed into the filthiness of it all and never blink. Will my mind allow it? Will my eyes dry with the raw air of human suffering?

Will grace allow me to gather these thoughts, this wisdom, this darkness I never should have seen, and sort each vision, like an encyclopedia, bringing forth each page, one at a time, to examine it under the finest of microscopes. Will I find, after my sight is blurred from staring day and night at those twitching microbes, a hint of beauty and hope under each membrane?

Science or Religion, whichever brings me the proper answer. Or maybe something in-between the two. Something I can’t put into words because if I did it would slide readily into either end of the spectrum.

If science were prose, and religion were poetry, each on violently disperate ends of a long rope, what great work of the human psyche would occupy the center? A song? It would be too much poetry. An equation? It would be too much prose.

If making the choice between the two, I choose the indecipherable. I choose it not because it isn’t unknowable– it is very much knowable. But it isn’t knowable like something you read in a book. It isn’t something calculable. It’s like the flutter of the heart at the sight of a lover. It’s like a long and beautiful sorrow—gray like a rainstorm, with silver light around the edges. It rises and falls like emotion, and shutters, twisting and turning, like a kite in the wind.

It comes and goes, because it’s ever-presence would numb you to it. It is a whisper. It is a deep rest and an infinite un-rest. It is tension and contraction of the muscles of your soul at work, unweaving the great and terrible mystery, pouring light into a dark void, and, when you’re blinded by it, dimming it so you can properly see the visceral and tangible reality around you.”

I’m short on words that can describe my recent trip to Samoa. It was simply an incredible experience.

I was raised in a family where the girls watched football while my dad and I took naps on Sunday afternoons. And when football was watched, it was all about the green-and-gold because my mothers family is from Wisconsin. But this recent trip with Troy Polamalu and 40+ other football players, coaches and family has made a lifelong Steelers fan out of me.

Troy was returning to the land of his family after 10 years of absence. His reception in American Samoa was not different then what a beloved King returning home from exile might receive. The week was filled with football camps, banquets, cultural ceremonies, and Island adventures.

For me it was definitely an exhausting trip – and I came home with over 30 hours of footage. But it was also exhilarating and emotionally moving.

One of the highlights of the trip for all of us was the players singing hymns in a 600-strong Samoan choir– songs that would break out unexpectedly throughout the football camps. Below this text you can listen to a clip of it. So moving.

Other highlights include an emotional trip to the Starkist cannery, and jetting around the bay on skidoos filming a longboat race.

In this post is a grip of stills I grabbed from the piece I put together for ESPN alongside Wild Hair Media. That piece is also below, or you can watch it here and check out the photos taken by Chris Baldwin as well as the story written by Carmen Thompson for ESPN the mag.

I’ve had an amazing week here in India so far filming for Warby Parker along with founders Neil and Dave, as well as good friends Lane Wood and Esther Havens. It was great to see Esther in action and work in partnership to put together a great story of Warby Parker’s sustainable and dynamic relationship with Vision Spring. Warby Parker provides high-end quality glasses for just $95 and works around the globe to provide a pair of glasses to people in need for every pair purchased through their site. And the great thing is – they’re doing it in a thoughtful way that is sustainable and stimulates local economies around the world.

Within this post are a smattering of shots taken off-the-cuff throughout our time so far. Below is a video I put together from a day Esther, Lane & I spent shooting b-roll in Delhi. More photos to come – and of course, a finished piece from Warby Parker in the months to come. Please check them out and buy a sweet new pair of specs or shades!

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In the mean time until I can post images from this trip, please take 12 minutes of your time to check out this mini-documentary I’ve spent the last few months piecing together. It’s not as polished as I would have liked but, well, I’m in India and there’s really not anything I can do about it at this moment and I really wanted to release it this week. I’ll update the link as soon as I’ve created a finished cut of it. This little doc is sort of a “behind the scenes thesis piece” for Shake the Dust. I hope it will give you a little window into my creative process and my heart behind this project.

Oh… and a little video about dancer Antonio Bukhar in Uganda.

Well, I’m not complaining because I realize the rest of the country has been in the same state… but it’s HOT. And in my neighborhood, that means all of the fire hydrants get opened up for a daily block party. These photos were all taken in Hamilton Heights in Harlem on different blocks.

Also of note (but unrelated): Check out this TED talk by Nadia Al-Sakkaf where she chats about “Shake the Dust.” Nadia is the Editor-in-Chief at the Yemen Times and an important interview/voice in my film.

I love it when worlds collide. In fact, that has been the focus of my career over the last four years: to document irony, and the juxtaposition of seemingly disparate ideas.

I spent this last week in American Samoa with Pittsburgh Steelers Safety, Troy Polamalu, along with his family, and a mixture of NCAA coaches, NFL players, and Nike reps. Troy made a splash on the island as it was his first time returning to his homeland in a long time. The week was full of football camps for the local high schools, and a stack of other events that left us all completely exhausted by the time we left. Although I was brought on to create a documentary about the trip (which will be forthcoming), I did take a few photos here and there. Literally what you’re seeing in photos are pretty much all I took. However, I captured about 30 hours of footage, and am so excited to begin piecing it together.

I recently ventured to Bogotá, Colombia for a 7 day research trip for “Shake the Dust.” It was such a great experience– I LOVED Colombia. And I really hit it off with La Familia Ayara, with whom I’ll be filming in August. Through graffiti, break-dancing, MCing and DJing, Ayara works with at-risk urban youth in Colombia to keep them off the streets, and aware and proactive toward a better future in Colombia.

I wasn’t really down there with the purposes of filming– just research. But I put together a little piece (below) from some of the stuff I shot off-the-cuff. Such talented kids!

Music. Well, that’s the video below. Publicity. It’s been a good couple weeks for me – with a New York Times shout-out, an interview on the BBC program “The World Today,” Glamour Magazine, Vera Wang, and Martha Stuart. And then work. I’m always busy but always aware that I’m blessed to be doing work that I love – and with great people (images below and above are of Nate Smith and Denise Cermanski at a recent shoot in Tribeca).

The videos I’ve been posting of “Fauxchella” are a part of a long-term project – a music film tentatively called “The Sound and the Wind.” Not sure when that will be wrapped up, and I don’t feel any pressure to set a deadline on it as I’m just too consumed with all the projects at hand (including a short film entitled “Stay” which I’ll be sharing about within the week). In the mean time, enjoy the consistent leaking of videos until the final piece is put together. You can check out additional videos on my Vimeo album for the project here.

Just spent an incredible weekend in the California desert (Joshua tree) with some of my closest friends (and a few great new ones) making music and putting another notch in a 4-year running tradition. I’m really excited about all of the footage that has come together from the last 3 years of music-and-merry-making. Many thanks to everyone and especially Laurel Dailey for all the hard work that has gone into this event.

You’ll be seeing more footage throughout the next year as I begin to piece everything I have (including a grip of interviews) into a music-documentary, but in the mean time, check out the small clips below and then head over to Laurel’s blog for more great photos and the whole story from this years festivities.

Still has a few kinks to work out, but there’s definitely a short video on there that you need to check out.

I’ve seen the sun rise 3 out of the last 6 nights. I sortof feel like I’ve been living in a cave (with the exception of a crazy night out dancing Friday night… my legs hurt). But it’s been good. Cathartic. Coffee is keeping me going, even though my eyes are burning from staring at a computer screen.

It could be reminiscent of my time in Art School when I would be up in my studio going just a little bit coocoo making Facebook pages about my sweatpants to distract myself from finishing an overambitious, last-minute projects (or staring at photos in the darkroom literally forgetting what time of day it is). But it’s not. For some reason I just feel really motivated… I have a lot of deadlines and they’re all basically… next weekend. So. Here I am. Tired but thankful.

Check out this video… every year a group my friends gather for a weekend of music-making. Two weeks from now we’ll do it for the 4th year in a row. So excited:

As we near the finish line for the new official “Shake the Dust” website and the teaser from Yemen, I got a little distracted (as I did in Yemen) with a sort of “side story.” I’m not sure how much you all know about the situation in Somalia, but it’s pretty tragic. As such, there are Somali refugees all over the world. I saw/met them in Uganda, Egypt, Yemen and even down the street here in Harlem.

I’m still trying to decide if this is tangential to the original “Shake the Dust” storyline, but in the mean time I thought I’d post a little footage from Hada in Sana’a, where many of the Somalians live.

If you can’t catch the lyrics in the video, here they are:

The problem at home, the difficulties at home
And my brothers, my people
The land of my grandfathers
The land of my ancestors
Where I wasted all my youth
Line up in front of me / Listen to my rap
Nigga SO legends Somali is my home
Hey world repeat after me what I say
My man AJ Yemeni, Arab
My blue flag like the sky when the sun shines
From the middle east Imma free ya’ll
My people killing, children dyin’, nigga, for what?
Somali, Somali, muslim, Arab
Run after power, no one lives forever
“I advised, I warned, but you ended up dead” – (somali proverb)
Heaven of earth, in the corner of Africa
Somalia, forever.

I have a “misc” folder that contains close to a thousand images from “off-camera” at various shoots. Some of them are funny moments that I maybe shouldn’t keep, but can’t bear to get rid of (none of the images here) and a lot of them are test images where my assistant or second gun is stepping in. Some are just crazy in-between moments. I’m sure I’ll post more out of this folder in the future, but for now here is a smattering. The first and last image was taken by Dave Tosti. You’ll see Nate Pelz a lot in here because he was my primary assistant/post-production-guru in 2010.

And I feel like I need to address something unrelated really briefly: The Yemen footage is still being sorted and pieced together! I promise I’m not just holding out on everyone. But I’m also waiting to release the official “Shake the Dust” website at the same time I release the Yemen trailer. I know, I know. I said I wanted to finish it by the end of February, and it’s now almost mid-April… but sometimes I’m just unrealistic about my time-line. Don’t know what I was thinking on that one. Can’t wait for you all to see it though. And can’t wait to head to Haiti in May!

I just got home from seeing Lupe Fiasco perform at Webster Hall in New York and my heart is still racing. His new album, “Lasers,” is officially available in stores today. Please do yourself a favor and check it out.

Well, I guess a little update is in order. Recently I’ve been plunging myself back into sorting through all of the “Shake the Dust” footage that I brought back recently from Uganda, Egypt and Yemen. And as I get closer (and closer) to finishing the brief teaser from Yemen, I thought I’d take the time to share a little about (and give some mad props) to the people that have been rallying around me through the course of this project. I feel a paradox of pride and humility to be able to add these people to the growing list of credits that will roll at the end of the film.

I first need to mention all the b-boys and b-girls. To all of the Breakdance Project Uganda crew– including the “star” of the recent Red Bull film “Bouncing Cats,” Abramz, along with all of the beautiful family of people he’s surrounded by. If I started listing all their names I would inevitably leave people out and misspell names, but I’m picturing all your faces as I write this and, seriously, thank you so much. And thanks to James Pearson of Ember Arts for lending his talents towards shooting the big jam in Acholi Quarter (many of his shots were in the Uganda teaser).

To all of the Yemeni bboys– Rockn City and Blast Boyz, Yemen’s very first two bboy crews. To Mohammed Almana, my man, Yemen’s very first bboy (from Iraq of all places). Also to AJ – Yemen’s first and biggest hip-hop artist.

A big thank you to Laura Kasinof, New York Times reporter, sole American journalist residing in Yemen, and regional producer of “Shake the Dust”– and more importantly, friend. Laura kept me sane when I was burning my creative wick down to the bottom at the end of my trip. To Faris Sanabani, President Saleh’s press secretary and owner of the Yemen Observer who backed me from my first full day in Yemen and whose support I’m incredibly grateful for, as well as his two sons. Also a quick shout-out to Tom Finn, who made the story of “Shake the Dust” and break-dancing in Yemen national news.

To Ruyonga, formerly knows as Krukid, the amazingly talented up-and-coming MC from Uganda whose has already generously donated his music towards the final feature film, big ups to ya.

To the talented Shay Grabowski from Alegria who is working on motion graphics, as well as Jonathan Newberry and the Love in Stereo crew who are helping me out with web design. Also, a shout-out to Harlem’s very own KR3Ts who believed in this project one and a half years ago when we shot at the Grafitti Hall of Fame as well as the Scott boys and their crew with whom I shot in LA.

And the list of friends and family that have been cheerleaders for this project from day one– THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. I’m so excited for what is to come with this film this year. Please keep coming back to Loose Luggage for more updates and enjoy a couple of random photos and clips below and above.

KR3Ts:

(Above: Laura doing a screen-test for me… Standing in for AJ)