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About Ezra Productions

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About Ezra Productions

ABOUT US

Award-winning full-service creative agency and commercial video production company in Los Angeles + New York. We craft captivating, shareworthy content for innovative, impact-focused brands globally.

As a woman-owned company, are committed to inclusivity. We empower women, minorities, and youth to create impactful content for a healthier, safer, and more equitable world.

JILLIAN EZRA

Founder & CEO

While working in finance at Lazard Asset Management in New York, Jillian started exploring video production as a hobby and discovered her true calling: visual storytelling. She saw the potential for branded content to revolutionize the way brands interact with their customers, and founded Ezra Productions in 2012 to help impact-driven companies do just that. A strong advocate for social justice, Jillian is dedicated to providing opportunities to women, minorities, and young people in the production industry.

Prior to founding Ezra Productions, Jillian studied economics at NYU where she graduated cum laude and worked in public relations at Cartier. Jillian is committed to providing every client with aesthetically exquisite content that exceeds their creative and business goals and an exceptional experience working with Ezra Productions.

We scour the globe for the most talented, mindful creatives with whom to collaborate in meeting our clients’ unique goals. Meet some of our veteran and up-and-coming creatives partners below.

Emily Dell

Director

Award-winning film and video director and writer Emily Dell specializes in high-energy filmmaking for brands like Estee Lauder, Marvel Studios, PepsiCo and more. She brings storytelling alive through movement, rich visuals, and comedy. She loves directing because it is more than just calling “action,” it starts the moment you decide to tell a story.

Alex Burunova

Writer - Director

Since graduating from USC’s film school, Alex has directed over 200 branded content commercials in the health, wellness, and beauty verticals. Her past clients include Newman Marcus, Sephora, Rag & Bone, Lowe’s, Dr. Brandt, Trina Turk, and Fisher Price. Alex is a globetrotter who uses video production to allow her to follow her epic wanderlust, filling her heart with stories of love and human connection.

Ellen Houlihan

Director

Ellen is an Emmy Award-winning and Clio-nominated director whose work has also been recognized by The Cannes Lions Festival. She has directed Oscar- and Golden Globe-nominated talent in her trademark dialogue-driven, character-based comedy, commercial, and documentary work, which often highlights empowerment and underdog messages.

Elle Wildhagen

Cinematographer - Editor

Elle’s passion is capturing the love, awkwardness and authentic moments of everyday life through the cinematic lens. She has been a photographer and videographer for over a decade, and studied photojournalism at the Brooks Institute, and fine art photography at Baylor University. She can’t wait to help tell your story.

James Wvinner

Director - Cinematographer

An award-winning director and photographer with 20+ years of production experience, James combines mastery of his craft with a strong spiritual grounding. James is the ‘go-to’ director for yoga’s biggest brands, including Gaiam, Manduka, Exhale, and Shiva Rea, although he loves working with up-and-coming talent.

Claire Batchelor

Composer

Claire fell in love with scoring to picture while studying music composition and professional media at Brighton University. Claire is grateful to create bespoke music for the same industries in which she plays: film, television and gaming. Her compositions are highly original, imaginative and loved by clients ranging from Disney to BBC One.

Jack Schaefer

Cinematographer - Colorist

After graduating with a BFA from The Savannah College of Art and Design, Jack immediately began his career as a cinematographer in Los Angeles. He has shot features, narrative shorts, music videos and commercials. Jack prides himself on his positive attitude, professionalism and dedication to his craft.

Bryan Dos Reis

Colorist

Bryan has had a lifelong passion for storytelling and creating visual art, especially through video production. His loves capturing the beauty of everyday moments, and draws creative inspiration from his family and friends. Past clients include Atlantic Records, Universal Music Group and DreamWorks.

We are constantly looking for fresh, creative talent. Interested in joining our team?

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Majorca

13 May 2017 (Posted 24 May)

The trip over from Ibiza was mostly brilliant; an average speed of 6 knots over 9 hours. The “fair wind and following seas” of dreams and good wishes, accompanied by several lots of porpoises. The last 3 hours were a bit rolly, as the sustained 20+ knot wind built the waves up over the afternoon, and we reefed down a couple of times, to a half genoa and mizzen only, still doing 6 knots. Arriving in a little bay west of Palma at 11.30pm by moonlight, we found ‘Albatross’ and ‘Arctic Fern’ already anchored. We dropped our anchor between them, and settled in for a slightly rolly night, although the movement was much less than it had been at sea.

In the morning, we realised that of the nine boats anchored, we knew 4 of them, including ‘Gwendolyne’, the concrete-hulled gaff-rigged boat we met in the Rias.

The serenity was soon broken, with a constant stream of motor boats of all sizes arriving from nearby Palma, with varying degrees of competence. One motored over our trip line, cutting off the float. Fortunately, Howard and Caroline were watching and recovered it for us. The offending boat reluctantly donated 20 euros for a new line. Another one spent 20 mins drifting through the anchorage trying to get his anchor down, with the spike of it wedged very firmly into his gel coat where he had obviously pulled it up last time without checking it, and docked it into the ‘keep’ upside down - ouch. Another one arrived, dropped their anchor and skipped off to the restaurant, leaving their boat gently dragging its anchor through the other anchored boats, causing one £££arge one some major problems recovering their anchor around it to move out of its way. The offending crew rocked up later, unperturbed, well fed; reset their anchor and sunbathed the afternoon away.

Ashore, there are some huge caves, allegedly carved out first by the Phoenicians. Or maybe by miners in the 14th century. There is, in typical Spanish fashion, no information anywhere on the why, the when or the how. There is a huge complex clearly visible (and freely visitable) from the bay side, with some elaborate carvings inside, and some more portal-shapes (after which the bay Cala Portals takes its name) in the cliffs facing the sea – one providing shelter to some feral goats.

We have spent the last few weeks touring Ibiza; with David for a few days, then with Rachel and Nathan. We met up with Cousin Nigel, who lives - predictably - near the hippy market, in his aged airstream camper van.

Rachel’s trip was supposed to include a trip to trendy Formentera, but the winds were wrong for it, so we went the other way, and anchored in beautiful Portinax. Unfortunately, the wind swung around overnight, leaving us rolling badly, so we upped-sticks at 2.30 am and motorsailed in the dark to Santa Eulalia, arriving there at about 6am. We returned to San Antonio via Es Palmador and Vedra, accompanied by dolphins for some of the way. Not enough to compensate Rachel for the nocturnal move from Portinax, though - so much for showing Rachel the glamorous up-side of sailing after her “near-death” experience in Scotland.

The highlights of Ibiza; taking David to San Miguel, and watching him tear around the bay fighting for control of the oppy, and later a couple of days at Benirras, a beautiful little cove in the north of the Island, which we ‘shared’ with Albatross, Arctic Fern, and Spindrift. On Sundays, the local hippies congregate and ‘drum in the sunset’, with various drums and other percussion jazzing away for hours. In summer, they apparently continue until close to dawn, but for us, when the cool of the evening fell at about 11pm, they drifted away and it fell silent. In the morning, we walked to the neighbouring bay, San Miguel, and looked down on the anchorage we had taken David to.

The four boats then had a wonderful barbecue together on the beach the following night, making use of a rough timber balcony on a fisherman’s hut, watching the sun set over the sea, behind the rock guarding the bay.

The swimming on the first day was marred by ‘Medusa!!’ (jellyfish), which stung my arms and legs in several places before I was rescued by Mike in the dinghy. The next day, they had all gone, and it was lovely; the visibility fantastic, the bottom clear as a bell 5m away - underwater photo of a cuttlefish below! The jellyfish in question are clearly ‘poisonous’, but not drastically so, the sting about as painful as a stinging nettle, the sting-pain fading more quickly, although the weals have now come up again, and are itchy. Annoying, though relatively trivial.

Mallorca, so far (two days!) has been beautiful, but manically busy with other boatws, and therefore not particularly restful. I hope that as things settle down, we can find smaller anchorages that are out of day-range of the motor-boat crowd. The ‘personal space’ around a sailing boat is quite significant – at least one clear boat length in every direction. The motorboaters take a different view, as they are generally stopping for a few hours at most, and anything less than actual physical contact is apparently fine with them. They are, individually, quite cheerful; stereotyping only very slightly: happy-go-lucky, fun types, with tattoos and boob jobs. Collectively, it is difficult to consider them less than a scourge, bringing with them noise, the smell of burning hydrocarbons, and constant jostling and movement.

A second day in the same place has been, if anything, worse – motorboats squeezing into ridiculous spaces, one or other of them constantly racing their tenders around the anchorage dodging swimmers.

At the end of today, it fell quiet as the last motorboat, towing the last ‘personal watercraft’ (jetski to you and me) hustled away accompanied by their loud stereo system and appalling choice of music, leaving us all bouncing in its huge wake. It was into the newfound tranquillity that Mike announced ‘we need to run the generator’. Let’s just say that I was very deeply unimpressed by this - that the peace of the evening, with the setting sun glowing on the portals of the Phoenician cave, the water sparkling - is being ruined by the din of our bloody buggering generator. Karma, perhaps. I must be nicer to those poor motorboaters.

Now nearer Palma, to make contact with The Man Who Fixes Watermakers. Looks like we might be able to get a working watermaker for about 1000 euro. Ouch, but less than the 4500 for a new one…

Struggling to get usable internet – means taking the laptop ashore and buying coffee…

Now in Cala Pi, a tiny little rocky inlet, with a beach at the end, blue-green water – a lovely sail over here from Cala Islettas, where we spent the last few days with Arctic Fern and Albatross. Bus trip to Palma yesterday – nice enough town, usual tourist stuff, plus lots of higher-end clothing shops for the motorboat crowd. One of the marinas here is allegedly the ‘most expensive in the med’. Full of huge motorboats; a better visual symbol for the banking crisis ‘winners and losers’ would be hard to find.

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Moved on again; went back to Cala Isletas to meet up with Restless Spirits (Trina and Phil) the couple we first met in Den Helder, then again in Brighton. They are having a short sprint round the med, courtesy of the Schengen agreement, which limits them to 90 days in the whole Schengen area, in any 180 day period. For the rest of the year, they are forced out of the area to spend their money somewhere else. This restriction apparently does not apply to New Zealanders; there is some special arrangement for them as recompense for the Rainbow Warrior episode, when people were murdered by the French secret service on the Greenpeace boat, then located in NZ waters.

We have now moved to Santa Ponsa, a large and pretty bay at the southern end of the island; shopping, washing, change the bed, a swim, catching up with all the others moored here that we know – two boats at the moment, but another 6 expected, meeting up for Lisa’s birthday on Thursday.

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