DAVE MA

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Dave Ma was born in Australia to the son of a Chinese greyhound trainer and a maternity nurse from rural NSW. His favourite books as a kid were his mother’s obstetrics journal and an anatomy textbook. At 14 he got a Nikon FG-20 and began rolling Ilford HP4 through that badboy like there was no tomorrow.
 

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Like all good Asian sons, Dave was expected to pursue medicine, but wasn’t smart enough (or as his father would say ‘Didn’t apply himself’). Instead, he embarked on a Psych degree, developing a fascination with the field's attempt at understanding the human condition (something he sees synonymous with film and art). This desire to explore humanity is at the heart of Dave's work.



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While studying, Dave got a job at a petrol station and learnt important life skills like: breaking down cardboard boxes, rotating drink stock, emptying mechanic workshop bins, and squeegee'ing car windscreens for elderly ladies (he'll still do this today if you ask nicely). Dave also joined Blockbuster and became obsessed with European cinema, Ron Fricke and the Tom Green Show.



 

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Eventually moving to London, he spent countless nights chasing indie bands around dank, sweaty basement bars in the East End, armed with a camera and a desire to create music videos laced with magical realism. London quickly became home and one cloudy summer's afternoon at Hackney Town Hall, Dave swore allegiance to Queen Elizabeth II and all her heirs and successors, despite having never tried jellied eel.



 

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As a director of commercials and music videos he has made some stuff for various bands and brands (Foals, Flight Facilities, Jagwar Ma, Bastille, Nike, Subaru, O2, Honda, Converse, Rebel Sport, and Nokia).
And some of those things have been socially validated (UK MVAs, Camerimage, Atlanta FF, Ad Week, Axis, ARIA Awards, LAFilmFest...plus a few likes here and there on the ol’ insta).




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But more importantly, how weird is it to have to big yourself up in the third person?
I mean seriously, I'm sitting here writing this shit literally rolling my eyes at myself. Must be that disapproving 'Asian-Dad voice' in the back of my head. Or perhaps that wintery British self-deprecation at my core. I won't mention 'tall-poppy syndrome'. Can't help thinking I should've used more descriptors like GRAVITAS and CINEMATIC WORLD BUILDING ...I think you get it.

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Anyway...

If you’ve read this far then maybe you’d like to collaborate and create something beautiful to put into the world.  I'm down with that.  And as someone wise once said about someone else once saying:

“....dark is not the opposite of light. It's the absence of light. I thought to myself, she knows what she's talking about. And for a moment I knew what it was all about..."
 

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Let's Dance x

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