Hello
Sean Pecknold is an award-winning film and music video director and writer. His body of work includes acclaimed films for Fleet Foxes, John Legend, Netflix, DreamWorks, Beach House, Dirty Projectors, Google, Sony, The New York Times, and the BBC. He runs Sing-Sing in Los Angeles with his partner, Adi Goodrich, creating visually rich, narrative-driven projects that blend independent film, music, and design. His work is known for its inventive storytelling and world-building, crafting tactile films that feel both epic in scale yet deeply human, with emotion and heart at their core.
His latest short film TENNIS, ORANGES had its world premiere at the 2024 SXSW Film Festival and has since won 46 awards and screened at over 170 festivals, including Annecy, AFI Fest, SXSW, SITGES, Raindance, and Ottawa. The film was long-listed for the 2025 Oscars. He is currently developing and directing a narrative feature with the Oscar-winning studio Big Beach, based on his story.
His previous animated film FEATHERWEIGHT was nominated for a 2022 Annie Award and was also selected as Cartoon Brew's Short Pick Of The Day, a Vimeo Staff Pick, 1.4 Awards Shortlist, and featured on It's Nice That, Booooooom, Shots, Little Black Book, Motionographer, Animation World Network, & Animation Magazine.
He was a contributing columnist to The Smudge, where he wrote short stories about Single Function Objects at the Single Function Junction.
For Tennis, Oranges Sales & Distribution: Autour De Minuit
180ID - Director ID - 13 minute doc on Sean and his music video work from Portuguese TV station Canal180.
Collaborators
- Adi Goodrich
- Antfood
- BBC Knowledge
- BUCK
- Big Beach
- Britta Johnson
- Clay Hickson
- Dirty Projectors
- Eileen Kohlhepp
- Elvis Perkins
- Elvis Perkins
- Emily Franz
- Fleet Foxes
- Grizzly Bear
- Here We Go Magic
- Hrishikesh Hirway
- John Legend
- Liana Jegers
- Malfred Sound
- Megan Doheny
- Netflix
- New York Times
- Nice Try
- Nicolas Godin
- Opera Philadelphia
- Robin Pecknold
- Sean Lewis
- Sing-Sing
- Snask
- Some All None
- Sons & Co
- Stacey Rozich
- Steven Reker
- Teresa Toogie Barcelo
- The Directors Bureau
- The Smudge
- The Walkmen
- Tremolo
- VSCO
- Yaz Lancaster
The Leash
From The Smudge, July 2021
One day the leash decided to go for a walk. Out the gate and around
the neighborhood like every other day, but this time all by herself.
She walked past the citrus trees, coffee shop, bakery and post office.
Getting used to floating without a human hand or dog attached was
something new. It was freeing, but also aimless. She had grown used to
having direction from the human and dog. The constant and opposing
yanks and pulls. It was her rhythm. So she stopped at the same
telephone polls where the dog would pee. She even straightened out and
stared at a cat in a driveway.
She said hello to the rising sun, the opening flowers, and the For
Sale signs. The other neighbors walked by, but rather than a smile and
a “good morning”, they just stared at her. But she continued to float
proudly, as if nothing was different about this morning. Today she was
ready to share herself with the world.
But a truth that had lingered deep inside for many years struck her
after passing by a 7th neighbor who said nothing. Perhaps all of the
comments she had thought were directed at her all these years had in
fact been directed at the dog. “What an adorable thing.” “How old is
she?” “What kind is she?” “That is just the cutest little thing.” “You
are so lucky to have such an adorable friend.”
No. These must not have been for her. How embarrassed she was to have
even thought they were. They were for the creature that she was
attached to 3 times a day. She sat with this for a while, her speckled
rope rippling slowly in the summer breeze.
Then, in a flash, she remembered how long she had sat on the shelves
at Petco. The empty feeling when the fluorescent lights were turned
off and she was left to hang all night with the other leashes waiting
to be given a purpose.
She realized that perhaps she could be content just playing a role in
the neighborhood walks. She didn’t need the adoration or the praise.
She could just be the thing that keeps two living things that love
each other together.
She returned back home, opened the gate, and rolled herself back onto
the cold metal railing and waited for the sound of the opening door.