Meet the Makers
Cat Fish, Traylor Parks, Quentin Tramezzino. This is the place to meet the charismatic masterminds behind this project.
In the golden haze of Southern California’s eternal sunset, where the sidewalks shimmer with forgotten dreams and the air hums with old rock ‘n’ roll, three names rise from the surf and neon: Cat Fish, Traylor Parks, and Quentin Tramezzino. Together, they form the unpredictable, visionary soul of Cat Fish Productions—a creative powerhouse born from poetry, pulp, and punk spirit.
Cat Fish, the soul of the operation, is a producer like no other. He’s not chasing awards or red carpets — just goosebumps. A lover of light leaks and analog grain, Cat Fish knows when the story’s right: it hits you in the gut and leaves you shivering. He’s the engine, the taste, the rhythm that holds everything together. A cosmic prankster. He scores the dreams and nightmares of LA, sampling everything from boardwalk buskers to old Bossa Nova tapes. Some say he once recorded a whole soundtrack using only vending machines and heartache.
Traylor Parks is the chronicler, the myth-maker. A novelist with a poet’s ear and a punk's heart, he writes like he plays — all instinct, all in. His latest work, “ROSA - The Straycat from Venice”, is already a cult classic in the making. Under the shower, Parks is also a musician, a man with a battered guitar and a voice soaked in saltwater and late-night regrets. His stories come with soundtracks. Traylor Parks, a screenwriter, spins stories that sting like salt air and land like gospel. A former truck driver, dishwasher, and barfly turned punk-poet, Parks was struck by an overseas ghost that turned a drifting scumbag into an obsessed philosopher. He writes with the urgency of someone who knows how easily a moment - or a life - can disappear.
Quentin Tramezzino is the lens. A director with a love for faded signs, long takes, and the poetry of broken sidewalks. He brings their worlds to life - strange, dreamy, tactile worlds where memory and fiction blur. With an eye for framing the forgotten, Tramezzino turns even a dive bar neon into a piece of visual jazz. He is the wildcard. Sound designer, beatmaker, cosmic prankster. He scores the dreams and nightmares of LA, sampling everything from boardwalk buskers to old Bossa Nova tapes. Some say he once recorded a whole soundtrack using only vending machines and heartache. Quentin Tramezzino, the drifter-director, the man behind the lens and the myth. Half legend, half straycat, he’s the kind of guy who’d rather shoot a movie in an abandoned roller rink than step onto a studio lot. His life plays like a Super 8 reel on loop: smoky, spontaneous, and full of soul. His shots feel stolen from a dream - or a fever.
Together, they form Cat Fish Productions - a creative current pulsing through the alleys of Los Angeles and the canals of Venice (Italy and California). What unites them is a belief in stories that breathe, bleed, and burn slow. They’re not just creating art - they’re curating a mythology. Cat Fish Productions is a love letter to LA’s forgotten corners, a celebration of raw vision over polish, and a promise that cinema still has teeth.
