Monday, March 30, 2009

A behind the scenes shot by Ben Clark, art director for an awesome shoot done for a national spring ad campaign for LoveSac last Thursday. Final product/story/details to come in the next few weeks!

Food for thought: What if I really did get this tattoo on my back?

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Elephants in midtown? God, I love this city.

Honest to goodness, how many times in your life are you going to see elephants casually walk a city block, let alone the width of Manhattan?

Well, if you live in New York, friends, it's an annual occurrence. Each trip around the sun, the circus returns to Madison Square Garden, enabling well-informed, yet ambitious folks to see (what generally would be considered) the unexpected. Yes, city-slicking elephants.

Receiving much-appreciated advanced notice, I took joy, no, no - glee - in attempting to recruit people for this event. Being that it did occur in the early hours of Tuesday morning, my success rate was much higher than anticipated, meaning, more than just me. My two main accomplices in this endeavor were my dear roommates, Rachel and Lauren.

Learning our lesson from our Snowscrapers experience, we all bundled up and made three cups of hot cocoa in travel mugs for our journey uptown. The irony? We set foot outside and it's oh, about 40 degrees. Irony part two? We were all quite comfortable. I had my big Russian hat on and was happy.

After a rambunctious trip to the mouth of the Midtown Tunnel, the three of us settled in our spots and awaited the elephants. Amidst many elephant jokes throughout the growing crowd, another recruit, Mr. Kiscadden, made his way toward us. I also want to take a moment to say kudos to Rach and Ryan for coming out despite looming work in the morning.

Dallying after the line had passed, we realized that we could probably catch up to them... if we ran... across Manhattan... at 1 in the morning - let me remind you... in pursuit of elephants.

Three girls bundled like Eskimos (one with camera gear) and a large, tall dude sprinting from 2nd Ave. to 7th Ave. The dialogue that ensued was priceless, oh and another tip-of-the-hat to Ryan for being a man and running with Rachel's magenta purse. Hysterical and easily one of my best New York moments to date. Our evening ended with a lovely late night stroll from Midtown to home in the Financial District.

This city is one of the greatest places on Earth. Did I mention that we ran across the WIDTH of Manhattan at 1 a.m. chasing elephants? I'm still so pumped... and it's Wednesday...

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Through the Midtown/Queens Tunnel at 35th St. and 2nd Ave., make a right onto 34th St., make a left at 7th Ave., a right at 33rd St. and you're there! Madison Square Garden! Yay ephelants!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Debbie Harry of popular punk rock group, Blondie, performs in the Lower East Side on March 13, 2009.

Debbie Harry of popular punk rock group, Blondie, performs in the Lower East Side on March 13, 2009.

Debbie Harry of popular punk rock group, Blondie, performs in the Lower East Side on March 13, 2009.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

David Bryan (center) of Bon Jovi recording tracks for the new musical The Toxic Avenger at Avatar Recording Studios in New York.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

A walk from SoHo to the Financial District a few nights ago prompted my brain to run a frequently traveled course in discerning next move from same place. Not really in terms of physical move or career move, but more of a personal shift.

I was walking slower than normal, despite the cold, because my desire to wander the streets, learning what the city looked like with no people and no daylight, was innately stronger than the wind that caused me to deeply bury my face into the softness of the alpaca scarf knotted around my neck. Lightly gripping my camera bag to prevent its swing on the side of my tweed coat, my feet kept moving, but my mind was still stuck on the thought I had on corner of Church and Chambers - about the roots of the very nature of my being on the corner of Church and Chambers and of course, my perspective du jour.

When I say "roots of the moment" I mean the thing that made you reevaluate, well, anything really. Choice words? Seeing/hearing a piece of art? Being away from everything you've grown accustomed to? Something so awful I wouldn't dare give an example?

As I didn't dare to think of an example, I passed this eerily lit cross built from beams and scraps of the World Trade Center. And there you have it. An example. Something so catastrophic that it didn't only change personal views, but global views. Global views about everything.

Why is it frequently catastrophe that makes people realign priorities? Why can't beautiful things ever carry the weight that horrible things do?

I have a theory that beautiful things just become accepted as how things are. And because they happen every-god-damn-day, they lose their value. Shouldn't that be an even better reason to be stoked about life? Media analysts always talk about the effect of desensitization in regard to war and violence, but what about the desensitization to just being happy and appreciating all that you have?

Why do we always take great things and with time, seem to only pay attention to problems? Problems, problems, problems. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly guilty too, but I'm very tired of awful things being the catalyst for change.


You say, "well if everything is beautiful, why would it have to change?" Bingo. And the million-dollar prize goes to you Skippy - thanks for the insight.

People constantly talk about hindsight as something soley of the past, when really, all hindsight is is the ability to change your perspective in the present. None of this, "I should have done this"/"I didn't do this"/"I wanted to do this, but..." All right, you didn't do it or you might do it again and really, you can say those phrases all you want, but it doesn't alter a damn thing until you do something about it.

Oh, wait, Skippy? What's that? You'd really like me to take a stab at answering the question?

Ok. Pardon the capslock, but: IT WOULDN'T. YOU ALREADY HAVE IT. But let me ask you this: do you really want to wait for a catastrophe to realize that? Real or not, it took a cyclone and a strange land with little people, talking inanimates and snazzy shoes to make Dorothy Gale come to grips, so if that's what it takes, that's what it takes.

(Cue trite ending now)

I can tell you this though, Skippy, I sure as heck don't. I don't want a natural disaster and a fictional land to make me believe that life is beautiful. So, I'm going to take in a breath of my quaint, but glorious Manhattan apartment, love it and get excited about tomorrow.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

A piece from Jeremy Kost's Polaroid-based exhibition, "After the Party," premiering at the Dactyle Foundation in New York on March 3, 2009.