How to export XML from Davinci Resolve 17 linked to original media (for After Effects / Premiere etc.) no plugins super easy.

So you want to export a simple XML or EDL from Davinci Resolve that links to the original source media to edit in another program like Premiere or After Effects with no plugins in 5 easy steps? Here is how you do it.

In Davinci Resolve, in the Edit tab, mark your in and out points.

Go to File > Export > Timeline… (THIS IS THE STEP NO ONE SEEMS TO KNOW)

From the drop down screen that opens choose FCP7 XML

In After Effects right click in the project window and choose “Pro Import”
Select your XML
Footage is linked to the original source media. Enjoy.


Last week we hit the top; we visited the El Dorado of Deliciousness … the Mecca of Meals. We had the one and only Mario Batali on our show Make Me A Sandwich to personally make us his mouth’splotion Beer Battered Fried Grouper Sammich. It was, in a word, divine, and so much fun to meet this chef like diety.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, and I suggest putting a towel down on the keyboard, you will drool.


If you want some more sandwichrific fun, head over to the show’s homepage,

His new cookbook where the sandwich floats down from food heaven, can be found at


I own a FS700 because I love the face melting slow motion capabilities… partner that with an Odyssey 7Q+ and you are a lean mean filming machine. One thing that is kryptonite to my little beast is florescent light (or any light that feels the woe of our alternating current, damn you Tesla, you died too young).

Anyway, there is a cheap and easy fix to that problem. Hopefully it helps get your footage out of the rave.

Make Your Pictures Better in 30 Seconds.

I use Lightroom… a lot. I use it cause I take photographs. A lot. It’s kinda like saying “I use forks a lot, because I eat all the time.” They go hand in hand. Anyway, I use it so much and I’m constantly amazed how easy it is to make semi-crap photos into semi-good ones, that I thought I share my process with you fine folks.

STEP 1: Take semi-crap photo.

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These are my cousins, Bianca and Carlos, who live in Lima and make very fine Pisco. They are lovely people, super fun, and normally very good looking, unless I’m taking a picture of them with a cell phone in bad lighting. But we can fix that! With the power of LIGHTROOM!

Step 2: Follow the steps.

Lightroom (to me) is set up pretty well. Basically you just follow the natural order of adjustments from top to bottom. Here is the first panel:

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Fix your white balance (pro tip: Always use “auto” and let the computing prowess of the 21st century do that math for you) and exposure and contrast (pro tip: Never use “auto” here, as the computer has the lighting sensibily of your 83 year old uncle Gino who is legally blind).

First HIGHLIGHTS. The back window… totally blown out. Drop her down.

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Holy Shit Vespucci!!! There’s mountains over there! Wonderful discovery… moving on. You may have found shit in the snow, but now your SHADOWS are too dark. Let’s give them some light.

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Better.  But more. We need to push up the WHITES. This will make the brightest sections of the photo brighter. What it won’t do is effect the mids or darks. When you slide it up you can look at your histogram to see the right side stretch. If none of this makes sense to you because you are my parents, don’t worry ma/pop, just slide the lever and trust.

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Ok. Brightness wise I feel good… but the darks… getting a little milky. Let’s get them back down with the BLACKS slider. Always a race war with this goddamn Adobe.

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STEP 3: Get some Clarity.

CLARITY is the best slider that was ever invented. Never before had such magic been available at your mouse pointer. Go left… you get soft, etherial, beautiful wedding photographs. Go right… you get HDR, contrasty, award winning photographs of bums. This is the puberty of sliders, and basically decides what kinda photograph your picture will be.

In our case, we love our cousins, so we want to make them pretty and nice. Going left will “bloom” the whites, which effectively makes skin look fantastic. It’s the equivalent to smearing Vasoline on your lens, but considering its not 1922 and Mary Pickford is no where to be seen, we do it digitally. And hey, no messy clean-up!

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Already looking much better. Next panel (almost done) …


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Sure. You’ve slid some sliders. You’re a pro right? You’ve seen nothing Charlie Chan. The real magic comes in the HSL panel. What does that stand for? Have Some Luck… getting this right. First, SATURATION. Your goal here is to reverse the effects of your shit digital camera’s desire to make everything SUPER GODDAMN COLORFUL. Why does everyones skin look like we drove to the restaurant on our faces? Too red. Drop the orange and red down until “normal” skin tone is achieved.

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Humans. Nice. Next, LUMINANCE.

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Such a sexy word. Here comes the biggest trick: make it look like you had a crew light the shot. The luminance color slider basically tells the computer to make that range of color ONLY lighter or darker. Why is this powerful? You can create highlights that weren’t there in the room. If we slide up the same orange and red sliders, we can make them a little lighter, meaning they will look like there was a nice little reflector or softbox just to the side of them. Instant highlights brought to you by Adobe Lightroom; Adobe Lightroom making your ass look smaller for over 25 years. The trusted name in photo manipulation.

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STEP 5: Magic Wand.

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At the top is the little circle of magic called the “spot remover” or “lie machine”. This is a quick way to remove all the remaining human qualities you have so that you can look your best. A small constellation of corrections should do the job.

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And with that your cousins should look like you remember them; beautiful, happy, and slightly inebriated at 2pm.

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Here’s the thing that you should take away, while it may have taken you 27 minutes to read this tutorial, it took me literally 27 seconds to adjust this picture. That’s the price of education, and you’re welcome. Lightroom makes it super easy to make it look like you actually know how to use a camera in any situation. Thank you Adobe. Sure, you could go farther, do a little “noise reduction” to smooth the skin more, maybe add a gradient filter at the top and make the shot a little dynamic, but part of being a photographer is knowing when the chicken is done and ready to eat. Ding. Dinner time.

Before and after yawl. Hope this helps my Uncle Gino. It won’t, but hey, family.



P.S. – If… if… you wanna see some photos I’ve taken – head over to my Serrini Flickr page. I use to shoot for both Victoria’s Secret and Crumbs Cupcakes. So chances are hornball or butterball you will find something of interest.

Medical Marijuana Card Done Easy.

So, I moved out to Los Angeles because NYC winter. Also it was time to open an LA office. Looks good in an email signature.

So of course besides changing your address, registering your car, and joining a gym, I had to get a medical marijuana card. Cause you know, LA.

I’m not an avid pot smoker. Sure, I went to college (sure, there were a few plants grown) but I wouldn’t say I smoke on a daily, weekly, or even monthly basis. Pot makes me cripplingly creative, which might sound great, but its exhausting. That being said, I really just was more interested to see how getting a card worked. It’s 2015, and I have the feeling that I’m living through a pretty significant change in society. The legalization of pot may (or may not be) something my kids ask about as they eat their morning marijuana cereal. “You mean pop pop that pot was… illegal?” Thats right little Gian-Carlo… once pot was illegal.

Q: So, what does it take to get access to buy pot?

A: about 20 minutes.


After doing a paranoid amount of research on the internet, I decided to go to ECMM (the evaluation Center for Medical Marijuana… “A Professional Medical Corporation” … ah America!). Located on Washington Blvd. in Culver City this is a pretty innocuous looking business happily sharing the street with a dry-cleaner and a coffee shop. You walk in and a nice kid behind a desk, who also obviously has a serious affliction that requires (an ample dose of) pot medication, gives you a questionnaire to fill out as you give him your driver’s license (mind you I have a NYS driver’s license… DOES NOT MATTER). The questionnaire is pretty basic; address, any medication you take, and what ails you. In my case, as a filmmaker and editor, I deal with sitting and working at a computer for a long time and holding a camera in weird positions that cause muscle ache. Oh the woes. After an 6 minute wait, a nice tall man with a clipboard walks out and calls “Roberto S.?”. I walk back into the depths of the office.

He is the doctor. 

I walk back to a little exam room. There is an exam table/chair so I hop up on it. The doc goes “oh, no need for that. Come sit down with me at the desk.” … I like this already. He asks me, “so what ails you?”. He actually says the word “ails”. Like an apothecary. I like this. I tell him I’m a filmmaker/editor and have headaches and pain from sitting editing at a desk for a long time. Then we start talking about films, my career and where I live (apparently the South Bay is a secret place to live and I was very lucky). We talk about that for about 3 minutes then he asks “do you use marijuana now to help ease the pain?”


“Ok. Great. Are you familiar about the laws regarding medical marijuana?” he asked… “yes. I am.” I said. I definitely was. Being neurotic also made me a very proficient student. “Great,” he said “just stay away from cops and the DEA basically. Come with me and we’ll get you your card.” – that is exactly what he said. It was the kind of warning said so cool and casually you totally disregarded it, but it ends up haunting you later. Then again, I generally stave away from activities that get me involved with law enforcement so, no prob.

That was it. 11  minutes later I was back at the front desk paying $45 dollars for a certificate stating that this doctor determined that I had one or “more of various ailments that required the medical use of marijuana” to treat said condition.


“You want a card for your wallet? It’s an added $20 bucks?” the kid asked. “What does it do?” I asked. “Not much. You can use the certificate. Some places don’t even take the card.” he said. “Then… no. Thanks.”

The up-sell. America.

That was it. While I was there at least 10 people walked in or was in the waiting room. In 12 minutes I had permission to buy pot. Is this a cash cow? Hard to say Dr. Pasteur… Hard to say. On the wall was about 60 business cards. All dispensaries. The nearest one was around the corner.

Walking into Green Dot on Lincoln was like walking into a day spa. Tastefully decorated, soothing earth tones and potted plants, I was greeted by a nice girl who took my newly laser printed certificate and my ID and put me in the system. “Oh. ECMM. You went to the right place. They’re great.” Yes. Yes Jasmine they are. After a hot minute I was being buzzed into the “safe room” where she tells me “mention you are a first timer and they’ll take care of you.” – all in all things were going smooth.

The safe room feels cool. It’s basically a small box of a room, with an L shaped counter filled with Pot. Two tattooed and cute girls greeted me.

“It’s my first time.” I felt like I was about to have sex with a prostitute for some reason.

“Ok cool. So up here is our menu…” she pointed up at the biggest sign I’ve ever seen. 60 varieties of marijuana, broken into three categories (Setiva, Indica and mixed) with prices by the gram and by the ounce. Or was it a “eighth” and an ounce. Or a gram and a parcel? Whatever, it was like 18 bucks for a small amount and 60 for a larger amount.

“Can you give me like a starter pack? Like a little from each variety of your favorites?” I asked. See back in my day there was only one variety of pot. It was called “pot”. And it was a shade of green, and you smoked it, but that was pretty much it. It was like 1978 in a wine store. Red or white?

The wine revolution was happening before my eyes.

She takes out three bell jars and starts to rattle off “This is X998 from hum bolt, definitely more nutty than your other herb. Nice after effect, and smooth head. This is Green Machine coming from Kuchoo Oregon, small batch distributor with a citrus train that brings you at a higher altitude…” or some shit like that. Quite frankly I only heard the first two words as I smelled the jar and had my mind blown. First, When she opened the jar and presented it I held back the desire to laugh out loud. She was a pot sommelier and I was going to test the cork. Where the hell was I. So I did. Hoping that’s why she opened the jar in the first place. I had the urge to tip the jar back in my mouth, swoosh a few buds in there, then spit them out, just to see what she would do.

People are VERY serious about classifying their bud. That is a sign of a higher more sophisticated practice. Don’t believe me? Check out Leafly sometime:

Anyway, I stuck with just smelling them. I’m glad I did because pot, and the smell of it IS FUCKING CRAZY. What was really crazy was that all three of them SMELLED WICKEDLY DIFFERENT and unlike anything else I’ve ever smelled. So after some nodding and “oh, yes”ing as if I understood what the fuck she was saying, she put a few nugs of each in individual sealed bags and sent this noob on his way. She threw in a hash cookie, and I grabbed some gummy candy to play with. Then she said “84 dollars all together”. Oh right. It’s cash only. I remember (vaguely) from my trip to Denver that this was a cash only business. I still don’t know why the government doesn’t want in on this. Seems ridiculous.

“Shit. So sorry. Totally forgot. Where is the A-”

“Right behind you hun.”

Right. All figured out. I’ve been to Supermarkets that aren’t this well-organized.

“Here is a free joint for happy hour. Happy hour is every day between 4:20 pm and 6:20pm. If you shop with us at that time you get a free joint. Thanks and see you soon!”

A free joint. I mean, this was amazing.

19 minutes later I was in my car with a little brown bag full of week things and a certificate that says I’m allowed to have them. Kinda incredible. I felt accomplished in a weird way, like I took part in a movement that was happening. Mind you it was an amount of weed that would seem minuscule to the adverse user, but would last me at least 3 years. That wasn’t the point. The point was that this was an excercise of freedom, of living in a country that was embracing (however slowly) change.

And it felt good. America.

Coming home I took everything out and looked at it. It was all so nicely packaged I didn’t even want to use any of it. I was amazed to see that each jelly was 150 fucking calories, like a can of coke, and thought “that has got to be a mistake” or… the diabetes council has their hands in this somehow. Regardless living in LA wouldn’t be complete without having your marijuana carry card, and I can now call the Left Coast my home.


For information on how to use pot, this was a good place to start since none of this crap comes with instructions. Honestly, there should be instructions, a nice little panflet with pictures. Ikea style. Just cartoons. Right?