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- Professions: Producer, Writer, Director
Robert G. Rose has always had a knack for spotting what’s missing in the world of TV and media, especially for audiences that folks usually forget about. Born in Tennessee, he took a leap and landed in New York City, where he started out at Univision. That job ended up being a real eye-opener, introducing him to people from all over Latin America (and yeah, the Bronx counts as exotic if you’re from Tennessee). While hanging around with young Latinos, he realized that US-born Latinos weren’t really getting content that felt like it was for them—so he set out to fix that. Armed with nothing but big ideas and barely enough cash for rent, Rose ditched corporate life in 2000 to launch AIM Tell-A-Vision Group. The goal? TV by, for, and about American Latinos, in English, with heart. He rolled out “American Latino TV” and “LatiNation,” scrappy at first, but it took off. Suddenly, there were hundreds of episodes, a hundred-plus TV affiliates, and millions tuning in. Rose became the go-to guy for Hispanic media. But he wasn’t done. After selling his company, he packed up for Latin America, chasing his travel itch. Those adventures sparked a new project: Raw Travel. Forget luxury hotels and fancy food—this show’s about real, gritty travel, giving back, and actually connecting with local cultures. Now, Raw Travel airs in nearly every US city, all over the world, and even on planes. When he’s not globe-trotting, Rose is running a punk record label, writing, and popping up at conferences—because sitting still just isn’t his thing.
Los Angeles, CA is basically movie central, right? The city’s always buzzing with film crews, endless palm trees, and that weird mix of glitz and grit. You’ll spot iconic spots like the Walk of Fame, but also a bunch of places you’ve seen in a million movies—think car chases down the 101 or moody beach scenes in Santa Monica at sunset. Hollywood is obviously the big name, but movie magic is everywhere: diners that look straight out of a Tarantino flick, flashy theaters, and those side streets where some random thriller’s shootout went down. It’s not just blockbusters, either. Indie films love LA’s weird corners, from neon-lit taco stands to those art deco apartment buildings. Even the traffic jams show up in movies—yeah, they’re really that bad. Honestly, if you’re into film, LA feels like one big, sprawling set. It’s messy, glamorous, and somehow totally perfect for stories of every kind.
referencennLook, New York’s still got bite, even if they try to polish it up. The city’s never really clean—there’s always that lingering stench of hot dogs, old pizza crusts, and whatever’s lurking in subway shadows. The pigeons? Oh, they run the place. The rats have their own little mafia down below, probably plotting world domination or at least stealing your pretzel. You walk down the street and yeah, the lights might be brighter, but something’s always a little off-kilter, a little wild. It’s the city that never really sleeps, just kind of naps with one eye open. The old grit’s still there, hiding behind the shiny new condos and overpriced coffee shops. Don’t let anyone fool you—New York’s still got that edge, still weird, still a bit broken, and, honestly, that’s what makes it so damn interesting. It never lets you forget where you are, or who you’re dealing with.
Konidela Ram Charan