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Week 1 of Photo Developing complete

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!

The boy was looking at me!

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.

loaf of bread man

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.

June Polaroids

Night of MJ’s death. Outside Apollo Theatre.  Impromptu dance party broke out.  Counted three boomboxes.

Atlantic Avenue Artwalk. Lots of chairs, babies, old stuff, and an instance of black face (see above)


My apartment.

mermaid parade

DancingClick for larger jiggle view

I went to Coney Island for the first time for the annual Mermaid Parade. I wasn’t 100% clear on what that meant until I actually witnessed it for myself, and among dressing up like mermaids or relevant nautical themed play-on words like “Splash Dance,” it also meant a lot of boobies, pasties, parisoles, spandex, sequins, men in drag, and freaks jumping around on stilts. Probably where American Apparel will cull their Fall/Winter ‘09 collection. The lady above was particularly a crowd pleaser.

There was an abundance of child participation. My favorites were the half naked mothers pushing their baby strollers.

Harvey Keitel was “King Neptune” and I shot a couple of close-ups of him later in the day along with a pretty decent polaroid to add to my celebrity polaroid collection that has reached a formidable total of three. (1 and 2 for point.)

Later I saw Harvey, (that’s what I call him now) telling his chaffuer to go get him some hotdogs and then I stalked the chaffuer as he pushed through the crowd at Nathan’s, eventually cutting in line and ordering (in an Eastern European accent) three hotdogs, one with saurkraut, and a small fry. And yes, I’m probably always that creepy. That’s why I have so many awesome friends.

And other Coney Island Shots

More pictures on my Flickr share.
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Things to Do: Go shopping for spandex.

And what brings you to New York?

I applied/received an ambiguous IFC/Sundance Film Channel internship through a sponsoring foundation, and the winner got a stipend to go do it in New York.  Since I was essentially going to live in New York City for free, I uprooted all of my summer plans in Austin, including working, saving money, and graduating, for not graduating and working without pay and ultimately losing money.

As for the internship, I found out I am a marketing intern for IFC, working with grass-roots campaigns.  My work detail has included creating pages and pages of Wikipedia content for shows and walking around Brooklyn distributing flyers and trying my damnedest not to fall asleep.  I have been promised a day a week with the editing department but we’ll see if that happens.  I am in a hoteling space on the AMC floor butting elbows with a very hardworking freelancer.  I feel bad for her cramped up in here.

Emmy’s on the American Movie Classics floor at Rainbow Media

Emmys!

Some pictures I took while flyering in Brooklyn for the “mumblecore” web series Like So Many Things.   (Park Slope, Williamsburg, Flushing)


On a side note… I was warned, but OH MY GOD.  Park Slope is crawling with babies, strollers, and women waiting for their water to break.  And there is no significant age range in babies either, it’s like women get pregnant, move to Park Slope when they are 7-8 months in, have a baby then push it around for awhile, then up and leave to the suburbs when they’re tired of having to wait in long lines of strollers to get a latte.

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I tried half-heartedly to get a flexible job, but it looks like a minimum requirement to work in retail or food here is being at least 30 and moderately rude.

So I added one day a week to my “work” schedule with an internship at Mayhew Breen Productions.  They used to make awesome commercials, but now they make infomercials, and by infomercials I mean “Buuuut wait!  Call within the next 15 minutes and we’ll throw in an extra sharp cutting blade absolutely free!”  It’s pretty amazing.

The first day I was there, they were recording the voice overs for a new exercise device.  I got to witness an absolute infomercial KING switch from his nasally New York City accent to the commanding, firmly persuasive and upbeat voice of that infomercial guy which is embedded into every American’s psyche.  I’d have to say I can scratch that one off my bucket list.

A clip I recorded of him coming from the monitors.

I’ve been taking lots of pictures, don’t know what is or isn’t worth sharing.

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Things to Do: finish Wiki pages uughh

Things to Make: $$$$$$$$$$$$$$

I’m from Texas, y’all!

I am in New York City for the summer.  Never been, always wanted to.  People always poo-pooed the idea in my youth because it was “too expensive.”  While it is expensive, I think anyone with a goal and commitment can really make it their own here.

Initially I feel like I’d totally get lost, there’s so much to do, so many pursuits to be had.  I’m taking it one step at a time.   While I’ve only been here for two weeks, I’ve made a few notable observations about New York City that rival my native ways down in Texas.  Now and in future posts, I will detail these observations, so that perhaps you, middle-America aspiring New Yorker internet user, may one day visit with ease and enlightenment and wisdom.

1. “Excuse me,” as muttered by the people gently nudging and carefully prodding and desperately sliding in between jostling bodies on the subway or on the streets really means “I need to get by” or more honestly “MOVE.”

I get it, I understand it, it’s a necessity in many situations, in fact I’ve employed it with empowerment. But if someone touches me again when it is not necessary to add earnestness or authority to their “excuse me” I am going to punch them… or cup their shoulder or touch their elbow or nudge their waist. Let’s see how their body parts feel being so ever-politely violated.

Conversely, in Texas, there really is no need to tell people to move.  There’s so much room and Texas is so huge that I’m pretty sure it’s in our constitution that we all are entitled to guns and an arm’s width of personal space at all times.

2. “CASH ONLY” is not a sign you ever see, but it’s a policy that is often invoked by the shops and stores and restaurants.

I whole-heartedly embrace the right for a business to avoid banking fees and to evade taxes, it’s a beautiful thing to let the little guy get away with things every once and awhile.  But come on! A SIGN would be lovely. And I LOVE arbitrary credit card minimums.  A little sign for that would be lovely as well, and I’d respect and honor it, but after I wasted 15 minutes in your store carefully picking out the most cost effective pen and appropriately shaped notepad just to have to abandon it on your counter because $7.98 doesn’t meet your “credit card minimum” that wasn’t disclosed by any signage or pre-transaction interaction, I don’t think I’ll be buying a stupid keychain to make it to the $10 because of your lack of transparency.  It’s a courtesy to the customer, and a courtesy that would have been returned by me selecting a slighty thicker notepad and a gelly-ier pen.

And is it even a good idea to carry cash in New York, especially traveling alone mostly as a small, fragile girl whose poker face would scream “I HAVE MONEY PLEASE DON’T HURT ME?”  That’s stupid, right? Yeah… I thought so.

Conversely, in Texas, our economy is always inexplicably booming, our small businesses have effectively been obliterated by Wal-Marts, and if you carry cash around, you’re probably a drug dealer.  So, you know.

3. People don’t really walk as fast as every one says they do.

The truth is, there are a bunch of dumbasses that mosey around, that stop in the middle of the crosswalk to point out “how tall” a building is while 100 people are trying to get inside those big buildings.  I think some of these people are tourists who then spread lies about how rude and fast everyone was in New York, failing to mention their sight-seeing idiocy at 5PM rush hour.  You suck.  Sorry if we’re moving too fast when you’re not moving at all, please get the fuck out of the way.  Oh, I mean, “Excuse me.”

There is no comparison in Texas. If we need to get somewhere we don’t walk, we get in a 4-runner and drive like idiots instead.

4. In New York, people let their dogs shit on sidewalks. And then don’t clean it up because it was diarrhea.

In Texas, we have yards our dogs can shit in.

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I learn something new every day about New York, and hopefully by the end of August I’ll have an idea of whether or not I can hack it in the city.  I think with a little more experience and secret pockets in my jacket to store cash, things may be looking good.

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Things to Make: Friends, enemies, lots of money

Things to Do: Get out of the way.