Macondo, does it ring a bell?

No, not that. That’s your phone. Garcia? You mean Jerry? He’s gratefully dead. The other one? Gaby?

You got it, baby. That’s the Macondo we’re talking about. Macondo is a land where dreams begin as dust.

A land where the real and the reel waltz together.

A land where no idea is shamed or tamed.

A land where imagination is king, queen, and queer.

A land where ideas can be exactly what they want to be.

A land where fact and fiction are blood brothers.

Yes fictional. But still real.

Just like the script you want to share. Or the budgets.

Let’s not go there yet. For now, it’s enough to know that you and I exist at this moment. 

Welcome. Give me a call. Let’s Talk.