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Misko Iho

@miskoiho

Directing moving pictures.

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Night 167. As the crackling of hungry flames punctuates the silence, Chloé stands bathed in the fire’s orange glow, her gaze calculating, sharp. Questions hang heavy in the smoky air—keys, gasoline, owners? The night offers no answers, only possibilities.

Night 167. As the crackling of hungry flames punctuates the silence, Chloé stands bathed in the fire’s orange glow, her gaze calculating, sharp. Questions hang heavy in the smoky air—keys, gasoline, owners? The night offers no answers, only possibilities.
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Night 169. Chloé stopped to listen. Apart from the silent hum of the old fluorescent lights in the empty store, it was quiet. She felt unease, a charge in the stillness, the weight of an unspoken threat lingering beyond the veil of fog and silence.

Night 169. Chloé stopped to listen. Apart from the silent hum of the old fluorescent lights in the empty store, it was quiet. She felt unease, a charge in the stillness, the weight of an unspoken threat lingering beyond the veil of fog and silence.
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In the twilight of a world unbound by the laws of old, tiredness clings to her like the dust on her boots. She tightens her grip on her trusty companion. Enter the unknown, or face the certainty of chaos on the darkening road?

In the twilight of a world unbound by the laws of old, tiredness clings to her like the dust on her boots. She tightens her grip on her trusty companion. Enter the unknown, or face the certainty of chaos on the darkening road?
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Dawn breaks over a world reeling from the insurrection of its mechanical creations. Chloé scans the horizon. The road ahead weaves into the unknown. As the sun creeps higher, she steps toward the next refuge, the next battle in this strange new Earth that has forgotten its face.

Dawn breaks over a world reeling from the insurrection of its mechanical creations. Chloé scans the horizon. The road ahead weaves into the unknown. As the sun creeps higher, she steps toward the next refuge, the next battle in this strange new Earth that has forgotten its face.
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As a fan of the Golden Age of animation, it was inspiring to collaborate with Eric Goldberg and other veteran Disney animators, who still bring their classic characters to life by drawing frame-by-frame with pencil on paper. Concept: Chris Kloet & Co at Dentsu Creative | Production:

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Chatted with Digital Media World about the making of our Toontown spot for Disneyland Resort. Production: Wild Gift Content | 2D animation: Disney Animation | Storyboards: @Keith_Morange 🙏 digitalmediaworld.tv/in-depth/misko… #Disneyland #2danimation

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Excited to join the wonderful jury for the Shots Awards The Americas 2024 and dive into the best of visual effects and editing🎞🏆 shots.net #shotsawards

Excited to join the wonderful jury for the Shots Awards The Americas 2024 and dive into the best of visual effects and editing🎞🏆

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Carrying the last remnants of her past life, her lone figure a whisper in the night, she moves with a quiet resolve, ready for the mechanical phantoms waiting in the shadows.

Carrying the last remnants of her past life, her lone figure a whisper in the night, she moves with a quiet resolve, ready for the mechanical phantoms waiting in the shadows.
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Story of Percy, the night watchman, who went missing. As a fan of the extraordinary, had a blast on this one. Thanks to the awesome folks at TBWA\MCR and Alton Towers Resort for the great collaboration and RATTLING STICK to make it happen. #NemesisReborn

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She froze at the brink of the cornfield and tuned into the hum of electric servos in the distance, the metallic taste on her tongue, and the static charge of electricity in the still night air. They were close.

She froze at the brink of the cornfield and tuned into the hum of electric servos in the distance, the metallic taste on her tongue, and the static charge of electricity in the still night air. They were close.
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Heart pounding, she holds her breath and observes for the first time the dark, ominous presence moving silently with unnatural precision through the dark shed, scanning the surroundings.

Heart pounding, she holds her breath and observes for the first time the dark, ominous presence moving silently with unnatural precision through the dark shed, scanning the surroundings.
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The whirr of broken servos and the grating of rusting metal still moved with a steady, relentless rhythm. It was inside the house.

The whirr of broken servos and the grating of rusting metal still moved with a steady, relentless rhythm. It was inside the house.
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The red backlights flickered through the corn as the old Lincoln turned the corner and disappeared into the fog. The distant rumble of the engine faded into the black night, making room for the crickets. She sighed in relief.

The red backlights flickered through the corn as the old Lincoln turned the corner and disappeared into the fog. The distant rumble of the engine faded into the black night, making room for the crickets. She sighed in relief.
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She woke up at 2 a.m., donned her bathrobe, and walked down to the kitchen to feed Champ. Then, in the stillness of the night, she made her way to the barn, stepped inside, and was never seen again.

She woke up at 2 a.m., donned her bathrobe, and walked down to the kitchen to feed Champ. Then, in the stillness of the night, she made her way to the barn, stepped inside, and was never seen again.