It all began with the best of intentions: Pamela's first career aspiration was to be a unicorn. She wore a unicorn costume to school every day for months, and waited in vain for a tail to appear. Next she wanted to be an old man, so she wore a fake beard and learned to love butterscotch candies and the BBC. But the wrinkles never formed. Later she wanted to be a neurosurgeon. She studied psychology and organic chemistry, and tried to visualize the world in orbitals. Alas, it still felt like fiction.
Eventually, Pamela realized that whatever kind of creature she was, rural Minnesota was not its native habitat. So she went East, and saw New York City for the first time the day she moved there. She fell in love, even though it smelled like pee.
She learned psychology from Macalester College, verité documentary filmmaking from Barbara Kopple, narrative filmmaking from New York University’s graduate film program, and learned everything else by getting lost a lot.
She is very curious about how things work, especially people.