Subway Stalker 02/15/2012
So here are a few images I've taken of people on the subway, a little photo project of mine. None of the subjects know that I'm taking their picture. Creepy? Perhaps. There is just something very beautiful about these stolen moments of public solitude when people are quiet and alone, on their way to someplace else and their thoughts and attention are far away or maybe deep within. I adore something about all of the subjects I photograph. More to come. Enjoy
An extra sleeve for dreams and ideas 02/13/2012
Bahahaha! You have left me alone with our blog! Right now, I imagine you are probably somewhere in Santiago, bartering for chewing gum and Tempranillo with packs of feral children, gnawing on fine steaks and... flamenco-ing your face off? I hope you are wearing sensible footwear.
Here's a welcome home present for you from me. Ok, it's from Zooey Deschanel's SNL episode from last Saturday but I swear it's actually really good.
Photo Time 02/10/2012
Are you excited about your trip? When do you leave? You best take a buttload of photos! I wanna see what Argentina looks like!
I loved Kevin the Giant Cat. He is beautiful. I wish my cats were bigger. The biggest cat I ever saw was in France when I was living with my Aunt Nath. It belonged to some friends of hers we went to go visit in the French equivalent of the Blue Mountains. This thing was as big as a beagle, I swear. I'm pretty sure I wrote you about it. I'll bet it's still alive, and lives for one hundred years. Maybe we should start calling giant cats "French Sea Turtles".
Moving on, here are some things that have been going on this week:
1) it has become clear to me that anyone named "Nina" is totally awesome
2) I found a pigeon wing on the street. If I had more time, I would have picked it up and then wandered around asking people "have you seen my pigeon?"
3) sat next to thug looking dude on the train who solved his rubics cube about 5 times during the few minutes I was sitting next to him. His best time is 20 seconds, though the world record is 7 seconds. I wish I had taken a video of him. It was pretty awesome.
4) Shot some video for a jewelry company website. The hosts were stylists or stylish quasi-celebs-- Deborah Norville, Phillip Block and this chick Kelley Dooley who has a line of sassy sportswear (rhinestones and some bedazzling are involved) called BodyRock. They were all super nice people-- Deborah Norville is one of the most genuine and kind people out there-- I adore her! And Kelley even gave me one of her sportsbras which is actually the best I've ever worn. I may have to give up my slobby t-shirt habit.
5) Oh, and in other news, I am having a major wedding planning crisis, but I'll save that for another time.
I am trying to take better pictures, but anyway, here are a few snaps.
I miss you and I hope you have safe travels lady! Big hugs and kisses!
Free Money 02/02/2012
This past weekend, we went to Proteus Gowanus, a magical and strange gallery that is very un-gallery like. It's named for the Gowanus Canal which is a creepy industrial part of Brooklyn. The creepy abandon industrial buildings have (naturally) attracted artists and it is in these buildings where they work and make strange things. When our friend Richard Reiben, Brooklyn native, gave us his famous tour of Brooklyn, his told us that the mob used to dump bodies in the Gowanus Canal. Today, there are mostly plastic bags, but no dead Italians.
Back to Proteus Gowanus. It's the sort of place that you may have visited in your dreams where there are strange and curious things lying about in jars like pickled fish and sticks and cotton balls, odd books new and old, and placed on shelves like a bronzed cowboy hat of someone's father who was a dancer accompanied by a story about him, pictures of jellyfish, a jar full of bread ties and a story about why this one person has been collecting them... a box with two holes and headphones on a peg. When you look through you see underneath the Manhattan bridge and you can listen to cars driving over the bridge and the ambient sounds recorded from under the bridge. I will take you to Proteus Gowanus if and when you come to visit because you will like it.
We followed a strange path to the Museum of Matches, a small room filled with Cold War memorabilia and match artwork, a Russian American artist's exploration of the Cold War and her father who invented a game with matches that he played from the time he was a boy through his time as a CIA operative. The room is dominated by what looks like a giant game of risk under plexi glass with armies of matches placed on the map, sand and other objects dressing the board. The art itself was kind of childish looking, but the volume of material she had collected, literature and visual representation was impressive. I love the metaphor of the match as a soldier.
Most interesting to me was the picture above, which I found in a small side room empty except for a desk that had some business cards on it and a dish full of one dollar bills that said "Free Money". I just emailed the bureau and hope to get my assignment for a psychogeographic journey soon. A little woman in her 60s who looked like someone's Nonna with a fanny pack was in the room, hoping to meet the man/woman behind the bureau. She had taken a journey and said it was a must. She said that you receive an assignment and had to collect something though she would not say what.
In more pedestrian matters, I am going to Macy's today in hopes of securing a part time job at a make up counter. I need stuff to do and the security of work when I'm not booking anything... like right now. I will leave you with more pictures of Gowanus which I took when shooting an independent film earlier this month in which I had a small part as a futuristic librarian.