Some editors have a specialty. A genre they know inside out, a format they've mastered, a corner of the industry they call home. I never had that luxury — and I'm glad I didn't.
Over thirty years, across three continents and more formats than I can easily count, I've had to figure it out in every room I walked into. Network television, sports, reality, film, music videos, broadcast upfronts, web content — each one a different language, a different set of demands, a different definition of what good enough means. What follows is not a reel. It's the story of what each of those worlds taught me, illustrated by the work itself.
A note on the videos: what follows are unedited compilations — material presented in its original context, clip after clip, without a music bed or a highlights cut. Some of them run long. I don't expect you to watch them all the way through. That's intentional. A reel is essentially a music video of someone's work — it looks impressive and tells you almost nothing. I'd rather show you the actual work and let you dip in and out than cut together ninety seconds that flatter me and inform you of very little.