Voice Actor services of the highest standard in US, RP, Transatlantic, Neutral or accented English, French, Neutral Spanish, German.
You have a project which requires voice over, acting, direction or casting?
Count me in. I can help: I am a multi-award winning actor and director, with my own professional studio for remote access, oodles of experience and flair, and an undying love of the craft.
I judge myself by the quality of the output, and will give 100% commitment to our project.
I started acting at age 14 and directing for theatre at 16, ran my own theatre company at 19, at 30 I created and ran the Voice Over Agency Les Frogs, read for a Masters Degree and was awarded Best Voice Actor – Outstanding Body of Work at SOVAS in 2022 and 2023. And Voice of the Year at One Voice 2021 and 2022.
I embody quality and prestige, and my voice fits the following attributes: Deep, rich, eloquent, informative, conversational, honest, elegant, sophisticated, international and expensive.
But I can also do the hard sell and the eighties “in your face” delivery… I voice soft for Chanel, factual for the BBC and Reuters, I go all out OTT for the Cartoon Network and softly sophisticated for Turner Classic Movies…
But I can also be the quirky voice that uses sarcasm, aggression or the old fashioned English eloquence of Pathé News… You name it.
I can vary from the high tones to the deepest, cave-like resonance and cover emotions from laughing to crying and every nuance in between.
In advertising, I am the voice of reason, of fashion, of success, emphatic and empathetic. A voice that inspires trust. I am also often the ultimate evil voice, deep and threatening, condescending and haughty, but I will also play the cowardly rat to perfection…
In short, I am versatile…
I am fast and accurate at 200 lines per hour minimum, and in documentaries I will transport you to a different place and time.
I will explore your script thoroughly, create effective, accurate casting sides and search far and wide to find the perfect actor for each character, liaising with agents and studios.
I will bring all my skills to make everyone’s experience as creative, enjoyable, smooth and safe as possible. Harmony is the best liberator of talent and creativity and preparation is the key to success.
I will ensure that we fulfil all the technical requirements of lip-synch dubbing (mouth placement, tone, emphasis, breaths, emotes etc.) but also bring the acting to life in the target languages to match that of the source language, while adapting for the intended audience.
My aim is to help you explore scripts to identify every avenue, every hidden reference or meaning, every hue: to push you, in short to deliver the best performance possible and to create a unique rounded and nuanced character.
Whatever your project, one thing is certain, you will not regret getting me onboard.
I am a Wood Dragon: I bring luck to the table.
When done right, it creates an experience that resonates, making your message as smooth, memorable, and satisfying as the finest chocolate.
The voice you choose should reflect your brand, your identity, your values.
These industry accolades reflect my dedication to quality and my ability to adapt to diverse projects with precision and creativity.
You can stop reading here if you wish and download a few samples or book me directly.
But… If you have curiosity on your side and time grants you the levity of leisure, please read on.
But it is not compulsory, nor perhaps is it advisable… I foresee ghosts…
There are several reasons why I chose chocolate as my branding base a few years back. Chocolate is an item of desire. It is a special toe dip in self-indulgence, a thoughtful gift, a shared moment, a “Madeleine de Proust”, a guilty pleasure, but also a pick me up, a medicine, a cure against dementors… In short, everyone loves chocolate and they feel good when they think of it.
I wanted the word Voice of course, because I provide the services of Voice over and voice acting. The article The before Voice also implies superlative status. The Voice is recognised, unique, without competition. But the voice can also mean the voice of the Artistic Director, delicately explaining, softly driving the performance through his voice in the talk back.
And finally Like. I wanted to include the word “like”, which in itself is positive and affirmative but also because one of the best-ever advertising slogans is “I Like Ike” from Eisenhower’s electoral campaign. Like also implies that working with me will be a good experience, as smooth as chocolate. Like is the link word and is emotionally charged.
The branding words are class and quality, exclusivity, fashion, heritage, experience, expensive, select, original, unique, magical, atypical.
So once I had the branding, I devised the Business Card to reinforce the concept, and make the branding more memorable:
Material: Rich brown, textured high quality Card. One corner bitten off. Smells of chocolate.
Logo: The initials SC in a microphone cradle. Printed In Gold.
The Message: The card quality speaks of luxury, reliability and durability. The Gold printed on the rich brown underlines the desirability, the sophistication. It borrows from the colour code of luxury and timelessness. The font hints at Art Deco, Gatsby, les années folles. The bite mark warns about the possible effects of unbound enthusiasm. Sophisticated, but playful. Serious, but without taking oneself too seriously. Creative, trustworthy and sought after. Someone who understands Branding.
Now I Am…
Between Aragorn and Gandalf, between Boromir and Saruman I am the wise traveller who may be a God in disguise. I am the useless fool crying on the hard floor at the foot of the bed of the king, the ever more demanding and arrogant father… Earnestly the head of the inquisition, the learned seer who knows how the story goes…
I am Igor in the tower when the pitchforks came, I am that old History professor, who writes verse in pure Aramaic, but does not remember yesterday. I am The Dedicated Scientist, stern in the face of corruption, dedicated to the truth. I am the scarred, battle-hardened slave turned farmer, the shell-shocked warrior lost, without a memory. The lonesome ghost watching the Sea for ships. The Sergeant, gruff servant of the law, fair but rude as f… I am the butler, Alfred, who saw you grow, fuck up and still will love you always… I am a prince of the church caught between faith and reason. I am the unctuously servile servant who serves two masters. I am the wise kind king, assailed by doubt and besieged by paranoia. I am the Lion in a cage in a rage, I am. The best friend, who covets what is yours, smiling daggers, and jesting hooks. That very friend, uncovered, spewing bile… I am the strict, but fair judge in Salem, about to sign himself damned to history. I am Bishop Cauchon, condemning Joan of Arc. I am Thomas Becket, master of elegance, welcoming martyrdom… I am Henry, like a lover betrayed, raging for the traitor’s blood… I am the glint on the blade of a dagger in the dark. I am the King of Wu who delights in skinning his enemies alive to make human coats. I am the dark minister of the Golden Child Emperor, the sinister butler in the haunted country House, The mad old woman hiding in the attics of the château. The wood elf, elusive and mocking, calling you deeper into the forest… I am the wind through the trees. I am the smoking, rugged, all-American antihero, getting wasted on the porch in the backyard. I am the blue ice in the eyes of the unyielding German general, Verstehen Sie? I am the angry demon you just summoned, you fool. I am an intergalactic bounty hunter, with a weakness for baby otters, so cute!! I am the head of the Inquisition on a bad hair-shirt day. I am the last friend standing on the eve of the fight. I am the father pleading for his son. I am the stupid goblin who always dies horribly in the first battle. I am a creature of wind and sand. I am a Time Lord, I am a psychopath with a vengeance… I am the shadow stirring the skiff across the Styx. I am an ageing Prometheus, ready to forgive the Gods. I am the last Judge. I am giant. I am an ant… I am, respectfully… What you’ll ask me to be.
Age 4: First memory ever and shock discovery: The bathtub’s feet are lion paws!?!
Age 5: Caught having a pee in a flower pot of the pre-school yard. An explanation is put forward: “I did not want to interrupt the show.” It becomes stuff of the school legend. Likes to run and dance like the sparrows in the school gym. Loves words and sitting at the back of Mum’s classroom, learning with the older boys. Skips classes.
Age 6: Told teacher and the whole class: “It’s like when Dad pulled Mum by the hair up the stairs” He hadn’t. There was some spot of trouble over that one. Discovers magic.
Age 7: Tells anyone who will listen that he has two wild wolves living in the attic. They are locked up because they’re dangerous, but sometimes they break out anyway… Speaks to owls and can tame butterflies. Dogs love him. Can do magic when no one is looking. Wants to be a poet when he grows up. Or a ballet dancer, or a vet or a witch. Is also the regular target of a hidden sniper, who only exists when you think about him, on the way to and from school. You have to avoid being shot at by running, stopping suddenly, hiding or holding your breath, or if you manage to think of something else. Feels sorrow for inanimate objects, who don’t know what they’re missing. Falls deeply in love with a small plastic Disney Dog. Stares above your eyes when looking at you. Tells a lot of stories as true. Invents stuff. Has imaginary friends…
“Unusually imaginative child, great inner world”, says psychoanalyst. “Precocious. It will pass eventually.”
It didn’t.
Because in the summer of 1976, the parents quit their teaching jobs, sell up and buy a big hotel, somewhat lost somewhere on the rugged coast of Normandy, at the end of a road only used by fishermen to reach their boats. L’Hôtel de la Plage. To best understand l’Hôtel de la Plage you have to picture Wuthering Heights in the winter, L’Auberge de l’Ange Gardien in the spring, a lovely seaside hotel in the summer and the Shining come the autumn… You take the road on the left after the sign for the village and drive down. The Road turns to sand. You’ll soon face a huge mansion of pink granite, 4 floors high, with a big terrace, facing the sea and the wind. I see it now still: The huge square façade, and the terrace, with its two rows of round tables with parasols. The big red door leads to the hotel and restaurant reception hall, the menu is attached in the case by the door. The bar takes the whole left side with its big windows and its own entrance, while on the right there is another door with bell into la petite épicerie, with its shop window protected by stores. It smells forever of peaches and melons. On the façade there are three rows of 8 windows, with red awnings and shutters, geranium boxes at each window, hoarding the last of the sun, the quartz and the mica in the granite reflecting shards of the descending sun, the climbing honeysuckle turning red and shimmering in the light wind, against a sky of slate. The geraniums glowing with their own inner light and soon the sun will drop low on the horizon, and face the left side of the hotel, and then its low rays will flow through the big side windows, through the long corridor, along the whole length of the building to make grotesque shadows on the back wall by the kitchen table, where two glasses of wine paint scenes of drama with their ruby light on the wall paper.
The hotel was haunted. Most ghosts were benevolent. He had the whole attic to play in and explore. He wrote a lot of poems and plays, dressed up, climbed trees, found standing stones, tamed a magpie and practised the magic of the land.
I Learned to Feel from Inside Before Speaking
In Middle and High school, I study Literature, Philosophy, Languages and Theatre. On the side, I study Dance, Piano, Mime and Puppetry. I write poetry, plays and songs. (I have always written short form poetry, and still do) I act a lot. My poems are published. I write my first tragedy (in verse, now lost) I devour books upon books on acting and directing. I fall in love. It breaks my heart forever. I discover physical theatre and mime. I meet Giraudoux, Anouilh, Mauriac, Jarry, Brecht, the whole gang. I pass my Baccalauréat A5 (Languages, philosophy and Literature)
At University in Caen, I study Grammar, Linguistics, Poetics, WW2 Drama, post-war playwrights, The Absurd Movement, Languages, and film studies. Extracurricular activities: I write my third play, I am elected Director of a Theatre Company. I direct 3 plays. I translate several of Chekhov’s one-act plays into French. More physical theatre. I build a Pierrot marionette and devise a one-man show for him. I perform at the Theatre de L’Arlequin.
In 1985, I win a scholarship to study at Colby College USA: Drama, Semiology and Theatre Studies, including stage design and make-up. I join the Colby Dancers and the D&D team. More physical theatre studies and performances. Work with the incredible director Eric Sewell. Devise a One-man piece called Jonathan! for the Colby College performance. The silent dance piece is about a disabled boy and the accidental smothering of a baby. I also devise and direct M for Murder, with massive mirrors on stage reflecting the audience and the murderer working his way down and along every row of the theatre to eventually reach his victim, forcing the audience to stand to let him through and thus exploring the complicit nature of the audience. I play Gregor in the US premiere of Metamorphosis by Kafka. Here at last is a piece where Theatre, Mime, Physical Theatre and Dance meet seamlessly. Get offered parts in repertory theatre, teach high school Drama, More repertory, a children show, Then starts the Omnibus Theatre Summer. A small rep company of 4 actors at the Actors Playhouse in New Jersey. On the programme: Family Voices, No Exit, The Corpse…
I have a car, an apartment, a black cat, a social security number and a work permit.
A few times, it hits me that I am now a working actor. It is the summer of 87. Life is about to explode like it sometimes does.
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October 87. I have landed in Paris, hurt, insecure, burned out. Paris is not welcoming. I work in a large brasserie in the centre. The early training at the Hôtel de la Plage comes in handy. I am Maître D’. Rent is assured. I have a few auditions. I am shortlisted to become Grace Jones’ assistant. Paris is not a good fit. I meet a waiter and a barman, who want to go to England need help with the language. Goodbye Paris!
I arrive in the early winter of 87. It is one of the coldest winters ever and I discover Victorian houses, prepaid electricity meter keys and double-decker buses you can jump off. I attend a few auditions, work a dozen small jobs, then teach Drama at the Lycée Français. I audition to be the voice of the Cartoon Network and I get the job. I will be the voice of the channel for the launch of the Cartoon Network. I will voice menus, promos, sponsored spots and continuity for 8 years.
I also start work directing Video Games and acting in them. I become “in House” voice director at SDL Intl and often direct projects in 14 languages. I train further in game Localisation and open my own Voice Over agency, specialising in Foreign voices. I read for an MA in the Process of Production. My thesis is on production for multilingual broadcasting. I now record for the Vatican. I voice for Boursin, for Stella, for Sega. I work with Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg. I am Gman, Liquid Snake, Gabe Logan. I am about to buy a big house outside London and move in with my partner of 9 years, with the 2 cats and the 2 dogs, the ficus, a burgeoning business, a film on the big screen… It’s a new beginning.
But it’s the end of the Millennium. Things do not go as planned.
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You’ve read this far. Either you’re procrastinating magnificently, or something has piqued your interest. Perhaps both.
The thing is, I can help. Whether you need a voice that sells champagne or summons demons, a director who understands the alchemy of performance, a casting director who finds the unfindable, or a mentor to help you navigate this peculiar profession of ours… I’m here.
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But honestly? Just get in touch. Let’s talk about your project over a metaphorical cup of something warm. Or a literal one, if you’re nearby.
After all, the best collaborations start with a conversation.
