🚨 CREW SPOTLIGHT 🚨
🎥 Meet cinematographer @graymorison , the guy behind the camera making us all look good. Amidst the chaos of this shoot, Gray was a total zen master — cool under pressure, solving problems left and right, and always keeping us moving forward.
More about Gray: He’s a Mexican-American DP raised between the jungles of Chiapas and the beaches of San Diego —
so yeah, he’s seen some things. Gray’s work spans social justice docs, episodic narratives, music videos, commercials, and features — all showcasing his range and commitment to capturing the human experience.
Thank you for your hard work and dedication Gray 🙌🏻 we appreciate you!
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I’m beyond thrilled to unveil the latest music video I had the immense privilege of shooting and directing for DRUGHUNT! 🎶 Our newest creation, “Kingdom,” is a provoking journey that explores the dark depths of blind ideology, insatiable greed, excess, and the dangerous allure of surrendering control to a false savior/idol. Check it out at @drughuntband YouTube and bio!
Special praise to @strangebouquets for being an outstanding producer and collaborator. A massive thank you to the band for their amazing energy and gameness throughout the shoot.
A heartfelt shoutout to all the family and friends who came out to lend a hand and showcase their acting talents. Your support and enthusiasm made this project possible and unforgettable. #musicvideo
~“We Are Dying” single/music video is out~
Stream it, buy it, hock it and watch it on the youtube.
We’d like to thank all our family and friends who made this possible, without you we are nothing.
Directed/Shot: Gray Morison
Written: Gray and Rory Morison
Edit: Gray Morison and Kyle Kenyon
Staring: Jason Meyers, Chip Meadows, Eyegato, Laura Arango, Jessica Roberts, Steve Ruecker and Rory Morison
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered: Jordan Andreen at Big Fish Studio
Written: Rory Morison and Jason Meyers
Synth/Keyboards: Nick Sinutko
Bass: Adam Baumhardt
Guitar: Rory Morison
Guitar/Vocal: Jason Meyers
Drums: Damon de La Paz
Saxophone: Adrian Terrazas-González
Single Art: Fandy Darisman
“𝐖𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠” 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰: Meet Damien Northstar. A man with no identity. Nothing is known about his past except that he was raised on the streets of Tijuana and eventually made his way north of the border. Abandoned at a young age by his family, he connected with a mysterious cross-border collective of graffiti artists, poets, and social activists known simply as The Underground. Their mission was simple - sabotage and subvert digital progression at any cost.
They maintained their anonymity while leaving a series of murals and poems scrawled across any surface. An attempt to etch the failing human legacy into stone. They also made a habit of destroying power transformers and knocking over 5G towers. Although only a minor inconvenience to the utility companies, they drew the ire of the federal government who was quick to label them domestic terrorists.
Damien, with his steady hand and unwavering determination, was quick to rise through the ranks of The Underground. Unfortunately for him the assault on the digital monkeywrenchers was ramping up. Damien was named as one of the ringleaders and a large bounty was placed on his head. Law enforcement utilizes the very grid that Damien seeks to break down. Using satellite images, facial recognition software, and police drones, the hunt for Damien is on. He reverts back to the thing he knows best, navigating through the subterranean urban pathways wearing a mask to disguise himself from the watchful eyes above. As his would-be captors close in on him and his freedom loving comrades, Damien scrawls a message onto the walls of the concrete jungle. A simple yet nefarious phrase, one that asks who will be left when the technological dust storm settles - “We Are Dying.”
Meet Agata Anshuka 28, President of House of Namaste Inc., a captivating and enigmatic figure in the world of health and fitness. Allegedly born and raised in a remote mountainous province of Arunachal Pradesh’ what little is known about her can only be deciphered by her posts on social media. Agata at the age of 16, while in deep meditation was summoned by the spirit of Pasenadi Bodhisattva to bring a much needed health, vitality and spiritual transformation to the west.
With her striking beauty, magnetic personality, and apparent passion for wellness, Agata seems to have it all. However, behind the glitz and glamor lies a darker truth. Agata’s fortune was built on the success of her eponymous line of butt-fitting leggings, a sensation that took the fitness apparel market by storm. These leggings promised the perfect fit and a flattering silhouette to boot, making them a must-have for gym-goers and athletic leisure enthusiasts worldwide.
But unbeknownst to her adoring fans, the success of Agata’s perfect butt-fitting leggings was shrouded in controversy. To keep production costs low and maximize profits, she outsourced manufacturing to sweatshops scattered across the globe. Workers in these factories toiled under harsh conditions, enduring long hours and minimal pay, all in the pursuit of Agata’s vision of exceptional stylish, butt-fitting activewear price modestly for market at $199.99.
While Agata promoted body positivity and self-love, her dark secret conflicted with the image she projected to the world. Social media posts showcased her extravagant lifestyle, luxurious travels, and high-end fitness equipment, all of which contributed to the allure that her followers aspired to attain.
As her online presence soared, so did her net worth. Agata’s leggings became a symbol of fitness fashion, and her empire expanded beyond apparel to include fitness programs, diet plans, and branded merchandise. Her influence over the health and wellness community was immense, allowing her to shape trends and set standards for what it meant to be fit and beautiful.
This is Agata, We Are Agata
Meet Seraphim Tenpenny, age 44, a transcendental dance guru and life coach, known on Tik-Tok as the twinkletoespastor. Hailing from a long and storied line of Amish ancestry in rural Pennsylvania, his father, a man of the cloth was notorious for recieving a divine punishment for his indulgences by way of his favorite pony, Mr Hands. However, Seraphim chose to embrace a different path far way from that of horse fucking, rejecting the conventional teachings of beastiality, heaven, hell, and the holy trinity, Seraphim sought a direct line with the divine. He became a charismatic orator, spreading his beliefs among his peers utilizing acid spiked wine, and hash dipped suppositories as a sacrament.
His unconventional beliefs led to his excommunication during his Rumspringa as he sought to explore the forbidden and connect with open-minded individuals. This longing for acceptance and understanding led him to hedonistic hippie communes, satanic masses and appropriately to the neon city of Las Vegas. There he envisioned creating a new following. However, the allure of the city proved overwhelming, and he fell into the temptations of gambling on games such as Gofish, War, loose slot machines and even looser women. He abandoned his previous beliefs and joined a band of bikers, traveling the highways of the southwest like ancient viking marauders: spilling infidel blood, burning churches and kidnapping babies to be raised in the ancient animalistic ways of Nordic Berserkers.
However, “In the moment of greatest darkness, a dance is born” a dance so magnetic and mesmerizing it could trump all dogmas of the past. Seraphim in frenzied fit of sunshine acid and blue meth began gyrating, spinning, thrusting and twinkling his little toes to the harmonious voice of god. Free from the constraints of his past, and all cleaned up, Seraphim, danced his way into his followers' hearts, encouraging them to embrace their unique paths and find inner peace through the movements of dance. Thus the twinkletoespastor emerged as a guiding light for truth-seekers in life's electric highway. Now from 7-11pm he dances on Tik-Tok for our sins and our salvation. This is Seraphim, We Are Seraphim.
“𝖂𝖊 𝕬𝖗𝖊 𝕯𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌” 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕵𝖚𝖑𝖞 26: Meet little Tween age 19. Lil Tween AKA Christian M. Ingles the 3rd was born to luxury in the opulent estates of Rancho Santa Fe. Growing up, Christian had everything handed to him on a silver platter: black credit cards, vacations in Monaco and Hamptons, fast cars, and elite private education.
Like most trust fund kids of his kind, Christian enjoyed his life of leisure yet grew bored of its predictable nature and guaranteed success. Most strived to be at the top but he found himself placed there without incident. Looking for a struggle or purpose to connect with beyond the empire, he found an uncanny solace in the emerging rap of Lil Xan, Tekashi 69 and XXXtentacion. He thought to himself “how hard can it be?” after all he’d been an accomplished concerto pianist and excelled in interpreting poetic greats such as Du Fu and T.S. Eliot. Night upon night he began studying their beats, their bars, adopting mannerism, clothing, culture and lifestyle.
And thus Lil Tween was born, the most savage, syrup pourin, xan poppin, gun clappin, bitch slappin, rhyme droppin, SoundCloud rapper to exist. Under this new persona and sharpened skills, Tween’s music quickly gained traction on SoundCloud, and before long, he was signing record deals with major labels. Fame and fortune poured in like a torrent, bringing with it an irresistible allure of the extravagant lifestyle.
T’s wardrobe was a sight to behold—designer brands, custom-tailored clothes, and blinged-out jewelry adorned his every appearance. He flaunted his wealth shamelessly, arriving at red-carpet events in helicopters and throwing parties that went on for days.
Yet, behind the glittering facade of success, Tween struggled with the weight of his persona. He found himself entangled in a web of abuse to drugs, women, and disconnection from those he cared for. In the midst of an extravagant party, Tween looked around and saw a sea of people who only seemed interested in the money and fame he represented. He felt a profound emptiness, a yearning for something more meaningful. He hadn’t transformed, the vessel was empty and he hadn’t found his true self.
We Are Tween
“Wҽ Aɾҽ Dყιɳɠ” συƚ 7/26. Meet Mike Hawk a 33 year old white anglo saxon, alcoholic, incel. He lives in his moms basement, in a dungeon of filth. The space is a hovel in every sense of the word: smoke stained walls, ashy floors, cluttered tables with scratchers, empty beer cans and microwavable food containers. This is his, all of it, a stranded island of trash covered from the sun, here he is safe. Here exists a warm cloud of static between him and the outside world.
Lonely and bitter, he finds solace in the virtual world, there he can remain anonymous, yet assert his anger and resentment by trolling the ones and zeros of the ethernet.
Mike spends most of his days glued to his phone, scrolling through various online platforms, private chat rooms, and pornography back doors - gawking, trolling, and every once in a while rubbing one out.
This is Mike, Mike is us, Mike is stuck in a web of technological paralysis that we may never learn to escape from.
Crew credits:
Directed/Shot: Gray Morison
Written: Gray and Rory Morison
Edit: Gray Morison and Kyle Kenyon
