People We Used to Be

Just happened upon a funny little quote from Joan Didion:

“It all comes back. Perhaps it is difficult to see the value in having one’s self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be; one of them, a seventeen-year-old, presents little threat, although it would be of some interest to me to know again what it feels like to sit on a river levee drinking vodka-and-orange-juice and listening to Les Paul and Mary Ford and their echoes sing “How High the Moon” on the car radio. (You see I still have the scenes, but I no longer perceive myself among those present, no longer could even improvise the dialogue.) The other one, a twenty-three-year-old, bothers me more. She was always a good deal of trouble, and I suspect she will reappear when I least want to see her, skirts too long, shy to the point of aggravation, always the injured party, full of recriminations and little hurts and stories I do not want to hear again, at once saddening me and angering me with her vulnerability and ignorance, an apparition all the more insistent for being so long banished.”

Funny how one can discover themselves in other’s words ;D

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The Red Dress

Through a strange turn of events I now have in my possession a brand new Canon 70D. I’ve never really owned a camera before that could shoot video – aside from the iPhone of course – and so I set out with Sheloa to try my hand at filmmaking.

It’s quite different being the director instead of the writer. I had an idea in my head, and with Dorothy Parker’s “Red Dress” stuffed in my coat’s pockets and channelling Danny Sangra, Sheloa and I took a bus ride to create this little vid.

I also had to dust off my Adobe Premiere skills. Can’t wait to collaborate on the next “test” of the new camera.

Hope you enjoy!

Gallery Hopping

It’s rare to experience a Saturday with such abundance of culture. Last week, Sheloa and I set out to see the Nina Leen exhibit in Chelsea and discovered a nine-floor building with endless galleries. Behind every door we discovered a new artist and behind one door in particular we found in artist in the flesh. Scotto Mycklebust invited us and we watched him paint. I don’t “get” contemporary paintings and when asked what I thought, I put on an awkward smile and imagined my nine-year old cousin producing the same thing. Give my Goya any day but put me in front of something experimental and my mind goes numb.

But of course, iPhone in hand, I couldn’t resist taking pictures of those around me…Sheloa. Thank goodness my friends get this about me now – that I’d rather take photos of people over objects. And so, with the epic natural light streaming into the galleries, I snapped a few photos as we wandered around the artistic spaces.


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