Facundo Castelli

Facundo Castelli

Рождение : 1994-11-12, Bahía Blanca, Buenos Aires, Argentina

История

Born in Bahía Blanca, Argentina, on November 12, 1994, since childhood he was interested in art. He graduated with a degree in Audiovisual Arts from the National University of La Plata, in 2022.

Профиль

Facundo Castelli

Фильмы

Mud
Mud
VFX Editor
The factory's steaming chimneys flood the reddish sky of the old port district. Under the beach there is an incognito man, lost from tired days, sunk in the infected estuary. The black sand breathes strangely and from its belly now grows an unfinished being, thrown into the matter of mud, which with its hands detaches from the shore, opening its immeasurably white eyes wide.
Mud
Mud
Editor
The factory's steaming chimneys flood the reddish sky of the old port district. Under the beach there is an incognito man, lost from tired days, sunk in the infected estuary. The black sand breathes strangely and from its belly now grows an unfinished being, thrown into the matter of mud, which with its hands detaches from the shore, opening its immeasurably white eyes wide.
Mud
Mud
Co-Producer
The factory's steaming chimneys flood the reddish sky of the old port district. Under the beach there is an incognito man, lost from tired days, sunk in the infected estuary. The black sand breathes strangely and from its belly now grows an unfinished being, thrown into the matter of mud, which with its hands detaches from the shore, opening its immeasurably white eyes wide.
Mud
Mud
Production Director
The factory's steaming chimneys flood the reddish sky of the old port district. Under the beach there is an incognito man, lost from tired days, sunk in the infected estuary. The black sand breathes strangely and from its belly now grows an unfinished being, thrown into the matter of mud, which with its hands detaches from the shore, opening its immeasurably white eyes wide.
Mud
Mud
Director
The factory's steaming chimneys flood the reddish sky of the old port district. Under the beach there is an incognito man, lost from tired days, sunk in the infected estuary. The black sand breathes strangely and from its belly now grows an unfinished being, thrown into the matter of mud, which with its hands detaches from the shore, opening its immeasurably white eyes wide.
Mud
Mud
Script
The factory's steaming chimneys flood the reddish sky of the old port district. Under the beach there is an incognito man, lost from tired days, sunk in the infected estuary. The black sand breathes strangely and from its belly now grows an unfinished being, thrown into the matter of mud, which with its hands detaches from the shore, opening its immeasurably white eyes wide.
Mud
Mud
Obrero 2
The factory's steaming chimneys flood the reddish sky of the old port district. Under the beach there is an incognito man, lost from tired days, sunk in the infected estuary. The black sand breathes strangely and from its belly now grows an unfinished being, thrown into the matter of mud, which with its hands detaches from the shore, opening its immeasurably white eyes wide.