OAS

OAS is a resort inspired clothing brand based in Sweden.

The Job: Script copy and narration for their first ever short film showcasing their SS24 launch.

Sample Copy:

The coastlines that connect us— we hug their curves, surf their waves, and follow their lead. The ocean shallows somewhere, and it is here that we wander, traverse, and trek, always following the sea.

Today we began our road-trip up north. We fueled the hours ahead with our first stop for food before we started driving. We hit the highway 101 and drove along the ocean in the heat of the afternoon sun. As daylight began to dissipate, we pulled off. The sun set seaside in Malibu and we watched as the sky turned from blue, to grey, and back to blue again until she sunk below the horizon in all of her multi colored splendor. We raced around in the shallow sea through sand and salt until we left for the car the way we came, hopped back on the road, and drove into the night.

We woke up slow and easy in Santa Barbara. We arrived after dark and woke up to a grey and balmy morning. We sipped our coffee slowly, sat together and watched old films, and sat out relaxing by the pool. We talked and laughed our way through the morning, before we began our next leg of the trip.

We drove cradled by the marine layer past wildflowers and signs that marked the highway. We stopped in the afternoon and roamed under oaks draped and decorated with Spanish moss. We listened to the sounds and songs of the farm, and the California countryside. We drove in the dark and arrived to our cabin nestled in the trees, and listened to the rain pattering against the roof, lulling us into a long, and restful sleep.

The sounds of hawks and diffused light creeping in between curtains encouraged us awake, and we laid together, looking outside at dewdrops finding their homes on little tree branches and freshly budding leaves. We ventured out into the day. The morning seemed to grow colder as the clouds parted way to reveal blue bird skies.

The city of San Francisco welcomed us with open arms. We ate fresh fish and made it to the golden gate bridge. We swam in the brisk ocean just before sunset and warmed in each others arms before day slowly turned to night.

A lighthouse sits high, standing watch over the rolling green. We have a Birdseye view and watch the surface break. I think of where this water stretches, the places it connects to, the the other coastlines that call to it and welcome it home, just the same.