Personal details
- Birth Date: 1980-03-02
- Height: 5′ 8″ (1.73 m)
- Birth Location: Farmington, Connecticut, USA
- Professions: Producer
Rob Simmons, man, this guy is everywhere. He jumped into the business world before most folks even figure out how to do their taxes—19 and already wheeling and dealing. Not your average “I’ll try college and see what happens” story. He somehow built one of the biggest privately owned medical staffing companies out there, which is wild enough, but then he goes and co-founds a gene editing biotech using CRISPR. Yeah, that CRISPR. Like, straight-up sci-fi stuff, but in real life. So he’s got science and business locked down, but why stop there? In 2010, Simmons decided film and TV needed a shakeup, so he co-founded JARS Productions. The guy’s got over 70 credits under his belt—probably more awards than most people have Facebook friends. Emmy nods, actual wins, some serious street cred in the industry. He’s not just a member of the Producers Guild of America, he’s in with the American Film Institute and Film at Lincoln Center too. That’s not just networking, that’s living and breathing the industry. All this, and he’s still repping New York. No Hollywood transplant story, just straight hustle from the East Coast. Simmons mixes entrepreneurship, science, and the arts like he’s blending a smoothie, and somehow it all works. If you’re into innovators who don’t sit still, Rob’s pretty much the blueprint.
Born and bred in Connecticut, then packed up and landed in New York back in 2002. That’s the setup for a character who’s honestly not afraid to shake things up when life gets stale. You can almost smell those small-town roots clinging on, even as the city’s chaos pulls ‘em in a hundred directions. Imagine someone who still craves a decent quiet coffee shop but ends up at a jam-packed bodega at 3 a.m. instead—classic New York survival mode. It’s that mix of nostalgia and hustle, you know? The past sticks with them, but the city keeps tossing curveballs. There’s grit, stubbornness, maybe a little wide-eyed wonder left, but that fades on the subway at rush hour. Every choice, every street corner, is a reminder: you can take the person out of Connecticut, but good luck taking Connecticut outta them, especially when the rent’s due and the pizza’s cold.
March 2, 1980
5′ 8″ (1.73 m)
Konidela Ram Charan
Farmington, Connecticut, USA
45 years old