Something I think I mostly wrote.
Looks like I was an Independent Film Channel Channel Intern.
Yeah.
Oh an apparently thank you letters I write get published too. Hmmm.
Archive for the 'New York City' Category
Favorite Photos from Week 2 Roll 1. I started stalking people in New York City. I usually ended up taking pictures of them from behind because I’m not ballsy. I like little old ladies. Locations include the Upper West Side, Midtown, and Brighton Beach (and the rain that caused an exodus at the station.)
I had 36 rolls of film from my trip that I couldn’t afford to develop, and they’re all jumbled up. I am developing five or so rolls every Friday and then posting my favorites from one roll each day of the week, along with any interesting details.
Tomorrow will be CD 1 Week 1. Pictures from all six rolls include NYC, Wisconsin, Chicago, and Austin arrival. Some of my favorites already on flickr.
Week one down, 6 more to go.
In other news, my music video animation for the band Watch out for Rockets was selected to be apart of the UT Hollywood Showcase, so I’ll be heading back to Los Angeles September 23-25.
Check it out the animation here:
Johnny Skydiver – Watch out for Rockets from Noel Kristi on Vimeo.
I’m also made/making the website for a charming and funny Austin independent film Harmony and Me. Sophie T. is doing a lot of stuff for the film along with director Bob Byington and she got me on board, so we’ll be working together to promote it in various ways (Looks like my IFC internship is already coming in handy.)
Check out the trailer, or better yet, it’s screening at the Museum of Modern Art starting September 18th. Ooh la la!
I’m growing fond of the rain. It’s like a little mischevious child who brings you such frustration but at the same time, your life is that much better for it. I planned a big day at Brighton Beach yesterday. It was supposed to be sunny all day so I had to take the opportunity. After 40 minutes on the train from Penn Station, the skies were blue, and the Q was running express. Yes, I’d be there any second. An audible “All HELL NO” broke me from the 1957 photography book I was purusing. And literally seconds before we pulled into the Brighton Beach stop, it began POURING rain. People were really pissed, and over a 100 people got off at the platform not knowing what to do, and it was soon packed with the exodus of people fleeing the beach. I just laughed. And laughed. Of course. I love you rain.
I waited it out for about 20 minutes and eventually made it to the beach and spent several hours reading, swimming, and snapping photos under a gray sky by the grey ocean. Is it GREY or GRAY? I forget which I prefer.
I took some polaroids. Lots of old people lounging about in speedos, doing exercises, “sun”bathing. I bought my very first ice cream cone in NYC from a soft serve truck. Got it with rainbow sprinkles. It was perfect. I loved Saturday.
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 I watched this little girl for awhile… I think she was using her magical powers to bring in the waves. |
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 This guy wanted me to take his picture, but then said “You’re not America’s Most Wanted, are you?” |
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I learned a couple of things while trying to save money, use coupons, and feed my coffee addiction with said coupons.
Tim Horton’s “Latte” is sugar water with some cream and something that sort of tastes like coffee added into it. It’s disgusting.
McDonald’s “Iced Coffee” is literally a cup that is filled up with ice, then hot, weak, and dirty old coffee is poured onto it. And it is digusting.
Ordering coffee can be a big deal. When I asked for a “Medium Latte,” the lady at Starbucks gave me a dirty look followed by a biting correction of “Grande?” Okay, look, I feel bad enough ordering coffee here, please don’t make me say the stupid names on top of it. The latte is okay, but the stigma and my heart is not.
I am looking for a Dunkin’ Donuts coffee coupon to put the final nail in the coffin of cheap fast food coffee drinks, though I do see a lot of blonde girls drinking giant 20 oz iced coffees from there, so it makes me wonder.
I have other notable drink observations I would love to delve into later, like how everywhere you go in NYC there are fancy drink making machines of varying liquids and styles. And my musings of why McDonald’s is pushing their McCafe campaign SO hard. And how I think drinking out of straws is a yummy and sexy replacement to sucking on a cigarette. Stay tuned.
I heard those words coming out of a frail old man who was high-tailing it behind me. He was hunkered over, tiny, crotchety, his face framed with thick black glasses, and in his hand, a loaf of bread. After he uttered “The boy was looking at me…” a slew of incoherent words and sentences continued pouring out of him in a strange Irish or European accent. Soon we were walking side by side, and as we came upon a bus stop he declared at a woman by the bench:
“The boy he wants to touch your leg you should stab him in the rectum… hole!”
The pause before “hole” was the only break in his stream of thought-turned words, an after flourish to his initial declaration as he darted into the middle of the road and continued his exclamatory rambling.
So naturally I wanted this photo and went to get my pictures developed at a place where no one speaks English after the lady at Rite Aid was really rude to me on the phone. (I live in Washington Heights)
They didn’t have my pictures done after an hour so I had to wait while they were taking someone’s portrait. At first, all I saw was a girl in white posing in the other room, and I thought, hmm I wonder what she’s getting her picture taken for. I looked up at the walls at some of their examples of work, and there was a HUGE frame with multiple portaits of a pregnant young woman and her boyfriend/husband whatever kissing her pregnant, exposed belly, standing behind her holding her belly, and laying on the ground with her belly in his hands like a basketball. I thought, that’s… interesting, and nearly silmultaneously upon registering this portrait on the wall, I saw a man appear out of the corner of my eye and enter the photo session in progress. That young woman in white, I realized, was extremely PREGNANT, with her huge bulging belly exposed ready for its close-up. And for the next 15 minutes, the photographer and couple exhausted all possible positions/interactions to photograph a pregnant woman’s belly.