Flying fists, shoot outs, chases and enough “fucks” to make a sailor blush. Just another day on the set of Back in Action.
Behind the Slate – My Life on Film Sets – Part 3
Some of my most unforgettable moments on set came not from stunts or drama, but from working with animals.
La bellezza che ho ereditato
La mia eredità culturale è fatta di gesti, di materiali e di bellezza: un dono dei miei genitori che porto con me ogni giorno.
From Immigrant Roots to Artistic Wings
What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of ? I’m the firstborn daughter of a couple who immigrated to Canada from southern Italy. Growing up in Montreal with my parents — both of them very young, my mother only 18 when I was born — shaped so much of who I am.Continue reading "From Immigrant Roots to Artistic Wings"
Behind the Slate: My Life on Film Sets – Part 2
Step behind the slate with me—where weather wreaks havoc, actors surprise you, and every problem has to be solved before the cameras roll. Welcome to life as a Script Continuity Supervisor.
Behind the Slate: My Life on Set-Part 1
On the set of After Alice, everything felt alive and unpredictable. From the opening chase to the quiet moments between scenes, the intensity of the production drew everyone in. Filmmaking is all about trust, collaboration, and the small choices that shape the story. It’s exhausting, exhilarating, and unforgettable — and being part of it gives you a perspective you can’t get anywhere else.
Products That Shouldn’t Exist
We’ve been marketed a fantasy, whether it's Vaginal deodorant spray, spray cheese, and Pilates rebranded as a path to sexual transcendence. One that whispers insecurities in our ear, then sells us the cure in monthly installments. This piece takes a hard look at the useless, the overhyped, and the outright harmful, both relics of the past and shiny new scams dressed up as wellness.
Poison Darts and Family Ties
Some people shoot poison darts—silent ones. They come in the form of twisted words, reimagined memories, or carefully placed silences.
Too Close for Comfort: My Evening at BioDance
I thought I was signing up for a chill night of music, movement, and maybe a dip in the pool. Instead, I found myself in a circle of 50 strangers, swapping affirmations, sweat, and questionable interpretations of human connection. This isn’t a rant—it’s just what happened. Not everything labeled “transformational” lands the same for everyone
Northern Bite
In Whittier, Alaska, the sun barely rises, and neither does forgiveness
Words Have Power 