Joshua Stocker


Son of a washing machine salesman. Afro beat obsessive. Yoga and cage fighting enthusiast. No kids. 6ft.

Escaping the inevitable misery awaiting those born in Birmingham, Joshua drifted into London and started making films which turned alien abductions into quasi-religious events, saw a fox ride a motorbike, and a girl trying to put clothes on in a never-ending loop of vimeo staff picked goodness.

If he can’t do it, then fuck it, it can’t be done.