The White Sands International Film Festival (WSIFF) started in Alamogordo, New Mexico, as a week long event in March to showcases narrative and documentary films. The festival was created to support the work of Hispanic and New Mexican Filmmakers. The festival moved to Las Cruces, New Mexico, in 2009.
The festival originated in Alamogordo, New Mexico and moved to Las Cruces, New Mexico in 2009.
The White Sands International Film Festival was established by local business peoples of Alamogordo together with casting director Donn Finn, and writer Sam Smiley.
"The White Sands International Film Festival" has taken place in late August or early September each year since relocating to Las Cruces. The 2013 event is scheduled for September 4 - 8, 2013.
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