Lowell is fast and proficient, everything you dream of a cinematographer. He is a lovely proofreader as well, in that he fixes all of the problems in my scripts with his camera.
I love Lowell. I love him. He’s like family to me at this point, having shot tens, literally tens (two tens + four and counting) of commercials for my company. He’s the cousin you can’t wait to see at every family gathering, and the classmate you hope gets picked for your study group. Because he has one of the more rare qualities in our industry: an unendingly positive spirit coupled with an expert craftsman’s eye. Lowell laughs loudest at the jokes on set, and digs deepest to bring the emotional core of a character through the optics of the lens. When it’s time to make images that will make a client gush, you call Lowell. When it’s time to grab a camera and go out to shoot a stupid joke one of your friends thought of on a bender, you call Lowell. I love Lowell.
The unrelenting drive and expansive vision that Lowell brought to my first feature was utterly transporting. We set out to make a creatively radical film in just seven paltry days, and despite near unmanageable financial and time constraints, Lowell pursued my creative goals with an intensity that at times surpassed even my own. He is a fierce compatriot — always game, always focused, always ready to pivot, innovate, and challenge both me and the rest of my team. I cannot imagine ever making a film without him.