by Troy DeVolld
Someone I know posted an entry on Facebook this morning along the lines of “Every time you watch a reality TV show, a book dies.”
Ironically, I died. Not completely, but just that little bit more inside.
Where other people have photos of their wives, husbands, and kids at home, I have framed title screen captures from every show I’ve ever worked on, show memorabilia and a wall of promotional content from Dancing With the Stars, Basketball Wives and Flipping Out, the latter of which still feels like some of the best work I’ve ever done. My bathroom sports photos of everyone from Ted Mack to the cast of Basketball Wives LA, and there’s a signed photo of Allen Funt staring back at me from my desk right now.