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.
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 don’t normally take vertical photographs for reasons probably having to do with my RTF education and because I generally like stepping back and seeing a broader, almost voyeuristic picture, even if it’s cut off at the legs. I like these though, all taken on separate rolls of film, though I think they belong to each other.
I don’t know why I’ve been taking so many pictures and spending so much money on getting them developed. I’ve never wanted to be a photographer, but I guess in the lapse of having an interesting story to tell for film or animation, I still want to capture things that I feel have a little story in the moment, maybe something easier to say through a picture than words (God that sounds stupid.) I feel pretty aimless and uninspired about it all though. Do I want to be good at this? Do I just want to take “pretty” pictures? Do I want to inspire feelings? To tell a story? Am I being lame? Yeah prolly.
In other news:
On flickr I always submit to this group called All Things Girl, because I was invited to submit something one time, and I don’t know, since I’m a girl, it’s an easy place to send new uploads. It turns out, the group is a pool for submissions to their online magazine All Things Girl and I had no idea it even existed. They recently asked to use a self-portrait I submitted to the flickr group… and there’s no better way to make me self-conscious about taking pictures of myself than to have it put online as a representation of pictures I take. I guess I set myself up for that by taking/uploading it in the first place. I’m really flattered though; they have a very nice community. Here’s the pic among some other lovely photographs. Too bad I couldn’t get a better scan.
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.
