Hi folks... well I was warned that I might get myself flamed into doing this. My is Drew I have worked with Jean (focuspuller) for over three years, In the photo I am on the right in the photo bellow.  Jean as also been very appreciative and encouraged me shown my work to ODP editor who recommended my work over the years.

He phoned me one morning the guy, his so funny. We spent two hours going through is data base on his laptop through dinner it was so funny every one in the Restaurant would come over and say I, and that was all through the evening. If you what to see! Jean and your in New York you can always get me, well that until September 06 2007 at:-

Va Tutto! 23 Cleveland Pl., New York, NY 10012
between Kenmare and Spring Sts.
212-941-0286

This is an unofficial, personal opinion not necessarily now it will work out in the end. I have got Jean to go through his work load. That's the work he what's to do and the work he can give out to other people.

You would not believe it, he has work for the next three years the work that he as to do, will go on to 2009.

He is going to build that house that he was always going on about on Long Island. He is starting on a new film with Nat, in November this year for 6 months on . Also I did not know that Jean as been in the film industry for over 35 years he has worked on over 2,250 films to date; 16 of which he facilitated within the last 3 years 6 months, and over 150 major commercials.  "wow"...........

This just thank!! you for two weeks in Cannes 2007. From all off us!!!

Where I was born. Where I ate my first Popsicle and used a proper toilet for the first time. Where some of my eighteen-year-old friends spend their nights in bunkers sleeping with their helmets on. Where security guards are the only jobs in surplus. Where deserts bloom and pioneer stories are sentimentalized. Where a thorny, sweet cactus is the symbol of the ideal Israeli. Where immigrating to Israel is called "ascending" and emigrating from Israel is called "descending". Where my grandparents were not born, but where they were saved.

Where the year passes with the season of olives, of almonds, of dates. Where the transgressive pig or shrimp dish speaks defiantly from a Jerusalem menu. Where, despite substantial exception, secularism is the rule. Where the wine is religiously sweet. Where "Arabic homes" is a positive real estate term with no sense of irony. Where there is endless material for dark humor. Where there are countless words for "to bother," but no single one yet for "to pleasure." Where laughter is the currency, jokes the religion. Where political parties multiply more quickly than do people. Where to become religious is described as "returning to an answer" and becoming secular "returning to a question."

Where six citizens have won Nobel prizes in fifty years. Where the first one earned an Olympic gold in 2004 for sailing (an Israeli also won the bronze for judo). Where there is snow two hours north and desert hamsin (desert wind) two hours south. Where Moses never was allowed to walk, but whose streets we litter. Where the language in which Abraham spoke to Isaac before he was to sacrifice him has been resuscitated to include the words for "sweatshirt" and "schadenfreude" and "chemical warfare" and "press conference." Where the muezzin chants, and the church bells sound, and the shofars cry freely at the Wall. Where the shopkeepers bargain. Where the politicians bargain. Where there will one day be peace, but never quiet.