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Ikea Hieghts

IKEA Heights from DaveAOK on Vimeo.



I found this posted at the Dollar Bin blog. As posted by DaveAOK on Vimeo, "It's An Ikea furniture store melodrama created for Channel101.com." It's rather inventive and quite funny given its low ball narrative container. I wish more about the project was posted. There really needs to be a making of style documentary about the project.

Produced by David Seger and Paul Bartunek. Directed by David Seger, Shot by Paul Bartunek, written by David Seger, Spencer Strauss, Paul Bartunek, and Tom Kauffman.
Starring: Randall Park, Whitney Avalon, Tom Kauffman, Jess Lane, Dean Pelton, Wade Randolph, Abed Gheith and Del Shoopman.

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