For a brief moment in my life I worked as data manager in a movie set, and remember studying for that job and having to talk with the DP and the cameraman about memory cards, recorders and checking with them that the quality output of the camera were not bigger that the speed capacity of the memory cards. It was fun times, and sometimes I wonder how my life would be now if I never left Argentina and had accepted the next gig the movie producer called me for.
This reminds me a case on Argentina, where Louis Vuitton or other high fashion brand was suing an street vendor for selling falsified purses. The judge dismissed the case, arguing that trademarks are not there to protect the companies, but to protect consumers, and that no one would be as stupid to think that a LV purse bought on the streets for 20 pesos is an original one.
Maybe into the fucking hell?