Editorial samples
/These clips are some of my favorites, but you can scroll down to find more of my work.
These clips are some of my favorites, but you can scroll down to find more of my work.
"Bruce Elliott, holding onto the bar with one hand and a railing with the other, confidently teetered on the back legs of his chair while a young couple on a date chatted away just a few seats away. Throughout the early evening, patrons would walk in and acknowledge Bruce with a nod, or offer a handshake, as he balanced upon his modest throne."
"Perspiring from the hot stage lights and the constraint of his gray sport coat, Joseph Cranford addressed the crowd at the Chicago Magic Lounge in a blustery manner, more like a soapbox orator than a seasoned illusionist wielding a polysyllabic patter."
"Put the rubber on the road at the right time, and it’ll only take ya three hours to get there."
"For years, hoteliers have succumbed to good old-fashioned superstition when they've crafted their blueprints. And while the practice of "removing" the 13th floor—or erasing its traces—may seem a bit drastic, it can be partly attributed to a very real phobia. "
"Malone’s weird, warbly turbo-falsetto avoids hiding beneath the layers of lo-fi hiss, infectious power-chords and driving percussion. The harmonically rich, rhythmically jerky act teems with hypnotic vitriol, the Brooklynite’s alternately booming and evaporating voice a glaze applied over fragile plickety-plick banjo and brain-burrowing riffs."
"Cuts featuring aggressive machine-gun percussion, heavy synth and stentorian vocals blared to epilepsy-inducing strobe lights that were beautifully balanced by gloomy, dramatic numbers displaying Reznor's signature brutal whisper-scream style and deft, soaring piano solos. Reznor maintains his pop sensibility through it all, saving his brooding electro from drowning in nihilistic drones."
"Although 20% of babies who were exposed to classical music in utero become doctors or lawyers, 100% of babies born on stage during a classical-music performance become Bill Gates."
"It was hot, too. The kind of capital-H Hot that made his shirt stick to the Caddy’s weathered baseball-mitt leather seats like carpet to a dropped lollipop. While reaching for the comb wedged in his back pocket, Grimes caught a glimpse of his eyes in the rear-view mirror, looked over his tangle of greasy hair, and coolly ripped the mirror out of its bracket."
"In a way, for all its pageantry, magic is honest. The audience knows that the prestidigitator will deceive them before they are deceived. Their minds are marching to their own defeat ... That was the best taco supreme I’ve ever had."
"Things were seen there that could not be unseen: A man dancing with an inflatable giraffe. A guy doing the robot while sitting on another guy’s shoulders. A pint-glass full of barf standing behind the boot lamp — two nights in a row. As a crowd of lubricated twentyishes sang along to the last song that was ever played at Bonny’s — 'Last Nite' by The Strokes — I realized that I would genuinely miss the place."
"Skillfully blending smoky R&B and haunting downtempo, FKA Twigs sounds like The Weeknd showed up to a rave with a crew of glitter-covered, snake-toting replicants, and began singing after snorting crushed-up microchips. Everything in this sentence is a compliment."