There are some teachers in life you never forget. Dr. Fasinelli was one of those teachers for me. He was a professor at University of Maryland. He taught art, photography and film. He was close friends with Lotte Jacobi. He spoke with a stutter, shuffled one foot as he walked, and had a
degenerative bone disease which caused him to hunch over. The jocks thought Film Classics was an easy credit and would mimic his stutter and laugh at him.

I was a jock, but I saw this man as a gift to those who wanted to learn. After graduating, I had dinner with him before he died. That is when he told me that he flew over 3,000 hours as a bomber/navigator in B-17′s during WWII. He watched Dresden burn and later visited the place after the war.

He never thought being a PhD was important. He didn’t have “Dr.” on his office door like all of the other professors who had that level of education. I learned a bit of everything for him. His film classics are still the bedrock of my visual lexicon.

I thank him every day I shoot…motion or stills. Every time I watch a movie, every art museum I go to, every piece of architecture I look at…I thank him.