There are goals. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.  This is it. The moment you’ve been waiting for. You’ve worked so hard for this: Escape. This is it. Leaving the wretched misery, the narrowmindedness, those intense moments of purely empty stomach aches. The ultimate way to transcend the hazy, blurry, yet self-sustained default Western boredom that seems to fuel us all. But misery no mo’! Romantic adventures here I come! And to think this all started with a cheap Paint-like TV commercial, that you just happened to stumble upon that one time you could not not babysit the neighbor’s elderly cat, who was once again being her blind old clumsy self by frantically jumping up and down the living room, switching the TV on by mistake (or was it, a mistake?), and out of the corner of your eye you caught this gleamy image of a planet far far away full of palmtrees, a beautiful sunset and naked humanlike supermodels all over the sand, as if they were put there, just for you. Waiting, for you. Wanna get away from it all? The sound of the narrator’s voice. Like a magician who just popped in your mind, who instantly understands your most immediate creative needs. We offer you: Escape. At first you assumed it was nothing. One of those daily pop commercials that are trying to sell you Thailand, or worse, The Philippines, just for those few days you didn’t have to wander around like a robot. Romantic adventures. So you signed up. And here it is. 20 years later. The destruction of mankind. And you set sail for a better place. A new place, perhaps. A colony thing. Wanna get away from it all? Yes please. Three. Two. One.

Director of MV: Fred & Annabelle