Jonas McQuiggin

Jonas isn't of Nordic descent, but his story is almost as cool. He was born to a pack of wolves in the wilderness of the Canadian Rockies ... hence why you'll find he's rarely cold and has perfectly formed K9s. The eight months of winter provided numerous opportunities to write some words on a page and roll some film. This led him to believe that submitting a music video for a sculpture project at Art College was at the very least a 'B-' idea (he actually got an A+).

The world seemed so much bigger then and it was clear he wanted more, which led him to chart a course south to the island country of Australia - a place where the sun shone just about every day, the locals sounded like pirates and the birds howled like monkeys. ‘Why not?’ he shrugged, as he dumped his rucksack. He continued to practice with a few more rolls of film before he managed to chew into his first piece of ad work.

After realising that his howls were losing their pitch he once again charted a course for more. So here he is, on another island full of English people, except this time they sound like the Queen and for some reason the sun hardly shines ... he secretly likes that.

Anyway, it goes without saying that he has a penchant for perfectly-timed wisecracks and holds a plethora of awkward pop-culture references in-between his ears. He loves telling stories … especially downright funny ones. And all he wants to do in life is make people 'laugh-cry' more than they do currently. In order for that to happen he needs to team up with a sweet wolf pack … which loosely translates to a 'production company in London'.

P.S. Jonas loves taking photos of people walking away from him, cooking with an apron on and has absolutely no relation to the band known as the ‘Jonas Brothers’.