I was back in Dubai freelancing with old friends, and we got to chatting about how fun it’d be to drop a depressed clown into Dubai's absurd landscape– confused, lost and completely out of his element. Except he'd fit in perfectly. That town is it's own kind of circus. And a clown's the perfect metaphor for a culture obsessed with masks. From the name brands to the inflated titles, it can feel empty until you get past the materialism to find the like-minded souls who surface from dust. What started as a cute idea about a clown became a ode to the beautiful friend-family I found there.
With a week of pre-pro, some location curveballs, zero budget, and a student film crew from S.A.E. Institute, we shot it just before the summer heat got too mean. (It’s still stupid hot though.)