Never On A Sunday In An Ikea [FICTOID]

We understand -- and to a certain degree have empathy with -- the temptation to use our store as an environment for creative endeavors.

Trust me, we have seen all kinds, from stand-up comedians practicing their sets in our bathroom displays -- something to do with toilet humor, I suppose -- to tragedians performing Hamlet in home goods; I suppose they think one Scandinavian country is as good as another.

We’ve had countless film school students sneak in to shoot their thesis films here.  Most possess the courtesy and common sense to use iPhones or at worse small handheld video cameras, but there was an incident in Burbank where they brought in a 70mm Cinerama camera on a crane dolly and tried to lay track for a traveling shot from kitchens to home offices.

As I said, we understand and are sympathetic and will often look the other way…for a few moments. 

Shoot a brief dialog scene in one or two of our displays?  Sure.  Shoot a sword fight in the garden department?  No.

So I trust you understand why we called the police and are having you trespassed in every Ikea around the world.

Dialog scenes are one thing, but porn shoots in the bedroom department?  Really…

© Buzz Dixon