Drew Maw

It’s been said that he was born atop the great mountain ranges of the Swiss Alps, into a bed of adelvice of all things. Half German and half beard, which is as red as any Irishmen’s, he roams from set to set lighting actors only with the fairness of his skin and the whites of his eyes. It can be blinding. He currently studies out of Academy of Art University, achieving one day the illusive Masters in Fine Arts in cinematography, with a dash of screenwriting, Mom’s recipe. This semester, he’ll be guided one-on-one by the skillful hand of Director of Photography, Eric Steelberg, a man whose brush strokes have painted such beauties as Juno and 500 Days of Summer (seriously, this movie is very good, see it). He’ll also have his hands in the bulk bean bin at Mole Richardson. Drew enjoys a good bulk bean bin to thrust his hands unto.  It’s been said that one day, he may walk in the footsteps of greats, but in growth concerns himself with offering down home Southern hospitality to those around him, even though he’s never been to the South. Who needs the South when you have Redding. Who needs a maw, when you have a Maw.