Deanna Orlando

Deanna Orlando is a Filmmaker, writer, ACTOR and storyteller based in London, UK

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THE PUPPET SHOW

Directors: Deanna Orlando & Machis Baboulene
Writers: Deanna Orlando & Margherita Barbieri
Producers: Sparkle Menzies & Laura Craus

A SHORT IN SUPPORT OF MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH

SHOWREEL

oh no she’s musing again and this time cameron winter is involved so that can’t be good 📺

top line: I moved and I feel weird about it.

new substack is live. link in bio.

I believe people are places.

if you also feel like your childhood home(s), I think you’ll agree🏡

substack now live.
link in bio.

Ending a very tough year like a snake shedding it’s skin.
I sit here, grateful for the learning and unlearning.
Loves lost and friends gained.
For the music played and sung loud.
For the art created, and the art that never saw the sun.
For

12 to 22 is a big deal for anyone. 10 years of change, newness and utter confusion. Puberty (ouch), heartbreaks (double ouch), the wildly debilitating ‘growing up’ of it all (triple ouch). In my case, you can swiftly add moving to an enti

good god, what is she thinking about?

more from magic hour with @austeja.cheg 🧃🌩️👣

what does it mean to refill the cup?

is it to streak my overgrown blonde with sunlight and salt? or pretend to know what goes on in the houses swallowed by the blurred Italian countryside? to smell sweet of lavender and memories? perhaps, it’

out of the comfort zone & away with the fairies 🧚🏼&zwj;♀️🫀🌻
with the gold dust that is @austeja.cheg

secrets from a girl who
saw some art and laughed with friends and felt love and felt freer than before and listened to good music and read something interesting and gave someone a chance and thought and took a walk on a cloudy day and missed her sist

yap incoming:

For two months, these little legs have been on the move. Instead of trying to constantly create opportunities for myself, I was being asked to listen.
Not sure how good my listening skills are (speaking as an impaired hearing veteran

I want to make films that feel like memories you can step inside.

🪑

What started as scouring the wooden cabinet in our hallway for old Disney VHS tapes and Barbie DVD’s and listening to my mother’s folklore tales quickly morphed into a

oh no she’s musing again and this time cameron winter is involved so that can’t be good 📺

top line: I moved and I feel weird about it.

new substack is live. link in bio.

I believe people are places.

if you also feel like your childhood home(s), I think you’ll agree🏡

substack now live.
link in bio.

Ending a very tough year like a snake shedding it’s skin.
I sit here, grateful for the learning and unlearning.
Loves lost and friends gained.
For the music played and sung loud.
For the art created, and the art that never saw the sun.
For

12 to 22 is a big deal for anyone. 10 years of change, newness and utter confusion. Puberty (ouch), heartbreaks (double ouch), the wildly debilitating ‘growing up’ of it all (triple ouch). In my case, you can swiftly add moving to an enti

good god, what is she thinking about?

more from magic hour with @austeja.cheg 🧃🌩️👣

what does it mean to refill the cup?

is it to streak my overgrown blonde with sunlight and salt? or pretend to know what goes on in the houses swallowed by the blurred Italian countryside? to smell sweet of lavender and memories? perhaps, it’

out of the comfort zone & away with the fairies 🧚🏼&zwj;♀️🫀🌻
with the gold dust that is @austeja.cheg

secrets from a girl who
saw some art and laughed with friends and felt love and felt freer than before and listened to good music and read something interesting and gave someone a chance and thought and took a walk on a cloudy day and missed her sist

yap incoming:

For two months, these little legs have been on the move. Instead of trying to constantly create opportunities for myself, I was being asked to listen.
Not sure how good my listening skills are (speaking as an impaired hearing veteran

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