Jean Jacques

Jean Jacques

Camera Operator, Cinematographer, Director, Director of Photography, Editor, First Assistant Camera, Gaffer/lighting Technician, Lighting Designer, Motion Graphic Design, Photographer (Still) and Videographer

Tampa, Florida

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November 2014
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About Jean

I was born in Newark, NJ to both Colombian parents Claudia & Jairo. My mother came to the US when she was 15 and had me 17, while my dad was already established working at an International Bank in Tower 2 of the WTC in NY. When I was 5 my parents got divorced because my mother was in love with another man who was her 4th cousin but was a complete loser who had nothing going for him but his want for the American Dream. She got remarried to the new guy & years went by and so did the good memories of my childhood. She was so in love with him that she wanted him to replace my father and all I wanted to do was to hang out with my dad. Every year or so we would move from basements to efficiency and eventually lived in his moms house. I got to see my dad less very quickly and then I would always miss him. My step-father started to both physically and mentally abuse us to the point where my mom & I would sleep in the park because she didn't want us to get hurt when he was angry and this was only the beginning. Around the same time they started to pick up knives and try to/ if not stab each other a few times. I was sent to Florida on January 28, 1996 "The great blizzard of 96" when I was 10 to stay with my step-fathers parents. My mom and step-father came down in August, just in time for my birthday and they brought me my bike that I just got for X-mas. Riding bike was my favorite thing to do when I was a kid. I could go anywhere as long as I was back before a certain time. Around the same time my step-fathers brother came from Colombia with his wife to also stay at the grandparents house. All those people in one house certainly took a toll on my mother as she felt helpless and attacked by everyone else. We eventually moved into our own shack and then a house in the summer of 98'. The abuse has been and still was there for almost 10 years. At 16 and a few years of football, weight lifting and most importantly the support from my boys I fought back one day and changed everything. The day I became the man of the house. From then on I will always fight my way to become the best that I can be so be careful... lol

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