B-Rage Productions

07/21/2025

With DJ Skribble – I just got recognized as one of their top fans! 🎉

07/05/2025

How is it that two of the strongest components in my rig, each engineered for precision, refuse to work together?

The Black Mamba Cage is a beast. Full stability, multiple mounting options, and just the kind of aggressive grip I need when I’m out in the chaos. The Rotatable Horizontal-to-Vertical Mount Plate? Straight innovation. Quick transitions. Clean locks. No lag between ideas and ex*****on.

But the moment I tried to mount them together, the setup hit a wall. Tension where there should’ve been cohesion. I figured there had to be a middle piece. A bracket. A bridge. Something. Because there’s no way two high-caliber products from the same manufacturer weren’t meant to complement each other.

But then SmallRig confirmed it... "There is no bridge. The Rotatable Plate was never designed to be compatible with any cage, including the Mamba"

That’s when I stopped asking and started building.

I wasn’t about to choose one over the other. The Mamba gives me rig confidence; secure framing, strong grip, full accessory support. The Rotating Plate is a must for my tripod and DJI RONIN RS4 Pro gimbal workflows, especially when time matters. Together, they represent how I shoot, how I move, and how I create.

So, I engineered the answer.

Took a Dremel to the cage; shaved off the obstruction, rebalanced the fit, and created the clearance I needed. What followed was full alignment... Black Mamba and Rotatable Plate locked into the R6 Mark II as one fluid system.

Now I shoot without compromise. No jerry-rigging. No half-solutions. Just a rig that responds as fast as I do.

Function met obsession. And obsession met engineering.

Growing up with little forced me to build with less. That’s where the came from. That’s where the were born. No templates. No instructions. Just the instinct to make it work.

This isn’t just gear. This is my language. This is Burtism in its most raw form.

06/21/2025

Some mornings hit different... This was one of them.

Rolled out, threw the shades on, strapped in with my day-one riding shotgun, and reminded myself why I built B-RAGE PRODUCTIONS from the ground up. It wasn’t for the fame. It wasn’t for the clout. It was for freedom. For the ability to create, move how I move, and live fully on my own terms.

Every day I wake up and get behind the wheel, I’m reminded of the people who said I wouldn’t make it, the ones who underestimated the vision, the grind, or the fire behind it. But here we are, me, the pup, the gear, and a brand that's louder than ever.

Wherever you are in your journey, don’t wait on approval. Don’t stall out looking for the perfect moment. Build it. Drive it. Live it.

This is what it looks like when you stop chasing and start owning your lane.

06/21/2025

This reel ain’t just a flex, it’s the blueprint.

Every lens. Every light. Every piece of tech on that desk. That’s not just gear, it’s investment. It’s what I trust when it’s go time, when there’s no take two, and when the story has to be told right the first time. You’re looking at the core of B-RAGE PRODUCTIONS, the rig that captures chaos and turns it into legacy.

From the Canon R6 Mark II that sees what others miss, to the post-production beast that brings the vision to life, every frame passes through my hands, shaped by the same hunger that built this from the ground up. No shortcuts. No templates. Just raw experience, hard-earned skill, and the tools that match the weight of the mission.

And as for the faces in this reel? Icons, legends, game-changers. They didn’t trust me with their image by accident. They saw the fire. They saw the vision. And they knew we don't just shoot, we build moments that live forever.

Watch the reel. Study the setup. This is how cinematic chaos is captured, carved, and unleashed.

B of...
B-Rage Productions
No filter. All impact.

06/20/2025

I remember the day like it was yesterday... 2003, local Foot Locker, and right there on the wall was the FUNKFLEX LUGZ Turbo Tan. That color hit loud without trying too hard. I laced 'em up and a week later, I doubled back for the black pair, because if you knew, you knew.

Official after party with ! Don’t miss out! 🔥

06/19/2025

I move how I move because it’s how I’m built. I create the way I create because that’s how my heart beats. I don’t need anyone to match my pace or mirror my intensity; this rhythm is mine. It comes from somewhere deeper.

I don’t look outward for expectations. I hold that weight myself. What I demand, I demand from me. No one else. Because no one else was handed my path, my fire, or my purpose.

I’m not here to fix you. I’m not here to shape you, or silence you, or pull you out of your truth.
You’re here for your own reason. Just like I am.

You were made by the same hands that molded me. So I’ll honor that. No judgment. No conditions. No expectations.

Your only job is to be exactly who you are.
Fully. Loudly. Unapologetically.

Same as mine.

06/19/2025

06/19/2025

I was that kid in the back of the classroom, head down, pencil gripped like a weapon, squinting at every damn line I laid down on paper. I drew so much, I practically punished my eyes into needing glasses. But the art alone? That was never enough. There had to be a why behind it. A reason. A heartbeat. Some deeper pulse pumping through the graphite. Every sketch begged for a backstory; an origin, a past, a cause.

So I started writing.

Not because I wanted to be a writer, but because the story demanded it. I had to describe what I saw happening behind the eyes of every character I created. But words moved faster than my drawings did, and my mind was moving at lightning speed. That’s when I had to drop the Reilly Method; the one everyone said was the "right" way to build anatomy, and picked up the Loomis approach instead. I needed speed. I needed flow. I wasn’t trying to sketch perfect mannequins, I was trying to capture life in motion.

I grew up on . Sharp lines. Chiseled jaws. Muscles built like tanks. But then I got hit with my first dose of , and that changed everything. The simplicity was deceptive. The mystery was magnetic. The silence between panels said more than the loudest action splash ever could. followed, and with it came motion, emotion, and an entirely new way to see story.

So I drew. Then I wrote. Then I fused the two; built in my own head. But even that started to feel like a holding pattern. I didn’t just want to imagine these people, I wanted to see them breathe. I wanted to direct the scene, frame the moment, feel the damn heartbeat in real time.

And that’s where the camera came in.

See, when I people, I don’t see a subject. I see a character. A role. I see essence. Some folks call it , some call it , but I know what it is. It’s what they’ve lived through. It’s what they’re not saying. That’s the part I chase. That’s the part I try to lock into every frame.

That’s the fire Dylan Thomas was talking about when he said, “Do not go gentle into that good night... Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” That line? That’s in everything I shoot, everything I build, everything I am.

I’m not just snapping photos. I’m documenting resistance. Defiance. Stories that refuse to fade out quietly.

Meet the hooded faceless figure.

This isn’t just some design choice. This character is me, stripped down to the truth. No face. No ego. Just presence. Just purpose.

He represents the way I see every project I step into; it’s never about me. I’m not the focus. I’m not chasing fame. I’m the one behind the lens, in the shadows, making sure the real star gets their light. That’s the subject. The moment. The essence.

This hooded figure is the embodiment of that mindset. Silent. Watching. Capturing. He doesn’t need to be seen, because the story he’s telling does.

And that’s what this is built on.

You shine. I shoot. Simple as that.

My name is Burt Brage, but in this world, I’m known as B-RAGE of B-Rage Productions.

And I don’t go gentle.

Ever.