Confidential
My world is materials, light, and liquid. The way amber moves through glass under a probe lens. The way grain catches light differently at every scale. The way a pour carries weight before anyone says a word about it. That's where I work, and it's what I love to bring to life.
The narrative through whisky,the journey a liquid makes before it reaches the glass, the silent communication of a well-chosen bottle,is the kind of story I find most interesting to tell. Not explained. Felt.
What I read in this brief is a whisky that has been travelling for thirteen years,through three casks, three continents,and is finally arriving in front of exactly the right person. That journey is the film. My job is to make the audience feel the distance it covered without having to explain it.
The film opens in a bar. The Glenlivet 13 is at the front. The bartender pours, precise and unhurried. A hand settles a glass on dark wood. The camera pushes in on the glass.
A probe lens takes us inside. Spanish oak casks pull into focus below, the camera pushing down the corridor towards the barrels. Then red fabric passes frame, a dancer in motion. The camera follows. That same undulation curls into the surface of the whisky, the liquid moving with it. We follow the whisky through the glass, and the glass opens into amber hills and tundra — a drone pulling fast across the landscape, the land moving with the rhythm of the whisky. This is the key moment of the film.
The music cuts.
Golden sand falls through a void and lands on a Caribbean rum barrel. We cut to American oak standing in a traditional distillery, still and architectural. The camera pushes into the circle of the barrel face. That circle cuts to whisky being poured into a glass.
We pull wide. A hand places the glass next to the bottle on a barrel. Taste notes settle around them. The lockup holds.
The swirl starts it. One ripple leaves the surface and the film moves with it,outward through each world and back. The probe lens enters the liquid, passes through, and arrives somewhere else. Three continents on a single unbroken trajectory.
The transitions are not effects. Each one is a physical match: a colour temperature, a grain resolving at a different scale, a move that continues from the last. The wave is the cut. The cut is the light.
We travel with the liquid — probe lenses inside the amber, beneath the surface, through the pour. The camera doesn't observe the liquid. It moves with it. The result is visceral and alive.
A wider scene. The flamenco dancer moves through the space, red fabric filling the frame. The camera cuts to macro slow motion detail of the dress in motion. That movement feeds directly into the liquid. The fabric becomes the pour.
The film set becomes the stills set. Same light, same material. The KVs hold the bottle. The social images work without it. The mood shots give the campaign permission to travel.
Thank you for the opportunity to pitch on this project. It would be a privilege to bring it to life. Looking forward to discussing it further.