Wednesday, June 29, 2011
I forgot about the intimate conversations and confessional reveals that can transpire during a meeting with a writer. Write what you know often begins with discuss what you know, and every now and then there's an uncanny similarity between experiences, as if you've been circling each other on the journey called life. Sixty minutes evaporates too quickly, and I'm eager for the collaboration to continue, excited about what may result.
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Like most Oscar-worthy films, this one was ten years in the making. We left Manhattan, the evening of July 4th, 2001. The World Trade towers were still standing, and the city seemed invulnerable. On our ascent to Sardinia we flew over clusters of glittering fireworks commemorating our nation's birth. What followed was an unforgettable, "fabulous-fabulous" holiday. Italia!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
I met AT 21 years ago when I interviewed her for a job scheduling promos at a fledgling comedy channel. Over lengthy, analytical conversations about our pasts and aspirations for the future, our working relationship quickly morphed into a close friendship. I remember the first time we made plans outside of the office, to meet at a museum, and she brought along her brother and a friend. I soon realized one of AT's greatest traits is the ease in which she shares her fabulous siblings, delightful parents and extended group of close knit friends. Some of the most cherished people in my life have resulted from these introductions. The flawless execution of this incredible birthday celebration was amplified by the people I reconnected with, and the new associations I forged.
Friday, June 24, 2011
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Thursday, June 23, 2011
I kept my schedule relatively free today so I could wander aimlessly through the streets of Manhattan with my camera. A consistent spray of raindrops falling from the bleak sky changed my plans. After taking care of some business this morning I went to ICP to see the Elliot Erwitt exhibit. His timeless black and white images, full of wit and candor, entertained and inspired me. According to Erwitt,
“Photography is an art of observation. It's about finding something interesting in an ordinary place... I've found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.”
I hope the steady drizzle subsides long enough for me to observe and shoot before I make my way to the airport. The second I finished the previous sentence it started to downpour!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
AGA is the delightful daughter of my oldest and dearest friend. At seven, she's older than when her mother and I first met and bonded for life. We live on different coasts so our visits are unfortunately infrequent, but when we do see each other AGA gives me long, affectionate hugs. We chat and giggle, and I adore looking into her big brown eyes. I've loved her unconditionally since she was a seed in her mother's womb. Last night we met for dinner at a rooftop garden, we discussed her plans for the summer, and played with the photo booth app on my ipad. We laughed uncontrollably at the horrific images. She leaped into my arms when it was time to say goodbye, her soft curls nestled in my neck. "I always wanted your hair,"her mother said, "and now I've gotten it."
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Monday, June 20, 2011
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Sunday, June 19, 2011
I did cartwheels today. I wanted to make sure I could still propel my body sideways onto my hands and spring forth. In my youth, I spent hours tumbling and twirling in any space large enough for me to spring my body across the ground. Spending a few days in an adult community has made me hyper aware of the aging process, the hardening of the body, the loss of buoyancy and bounce. So while grilling vegetables in my parents' backyard, I had a strong urge to put down the tongs, and cartwheel across the freshly mowed grass. So I did.
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Saturday, June 18, 2011
Eighty years ago my mother's first cries rang through an apartment on Mott Street in lower Manhattan. Her five year old sister threatened that if the baby was a girl she was going to throw her off the fire escape. After being introduced to her sister, hours after her birth, my aunt had a change of heart. We gathered for a family BBQ to celebrate the occasion. Through out the day neighbors popped in, flowers were delivered, and renditions of happy birthday accumulated on the answering machine. Running errands the day prior, my mother announced her goal was to live to 100. She's the image of health and vitality, waking at 6am every morning with a full social calendar, attending lunches and cultural events with her many groups. She cooks, cleans and tends to many of the household needs. My mother's sole indulgence has been a life long love affair with coffee. She started drinking it as a child in her mother's kitchen, and for years had a 10 cup a day habit. Today she imbibes 3 cups, the last one before bed, which doesn't seem to keep her up at night or interrupt her sleep. My mother is an inspiration and I can only hope I age with her vigor and stamina. I wouldn't be surprised if in 20 years we're celebrating her centennial. Happy Birthday Mom!
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Thursday, June 16, 2011
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Monday, June 13, 2011
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Sunday, June 12, 2011
The early summer haze known in Los Angeles as June gloom was just starting to dissipate when I picked up my friend to go check out the exhibit at MOCA. Museums in LA remind me of ghost towns, wind and tumbleweed whistling through large open spaces, so I was shocked to see so many people milling about the galleries. Clearly, the many articles written about this ground breaking display heralding graffiti artists had an impact on residents. Jeffrey Deitch, the museum's new director, stated,
“One of the goals of this show is to place the best of these artists coming out of street culture into the context of contemporary art history. I don’t think that there’s some separate category — real contemporary art versus street art."For this reason I enjoyed and appreciated the exhibit although street art has a greater impact on me when it is in its natural habit and not haphazardly displayed in a brightly light, sanitized, white walled museum.
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Friday, June 10, 2011
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Wednesday, June 8, 2011
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Monday, June 6, 2011
Several months ago my friend DS and I embraced our entrepreneurial spirit and started to dream about creating our own production company. On long hikes we talked about our ideal work environment, the importance of communication and the art of compromise. Our passion for stories and character lead to lively brainstorming sessions, ideas crowding our space like gnats on a moist summer night. We kept our plan a secret until the time was right to unveil it. The planets aligned, and our vision was greeted with enthusiasm. Next week we embark on our deal at a major studio. While organizing my home office I stumbled upon a list of dreams I tucked away after my Mondo Beyondo workshop last spring. Staring back at me from the half dozen entries was creative partnership. Truthfully, I don't remember writing it, or attaching any specific outcome to this dream, and yet, in hindsight, this collaboration is the quintessential fulfillment of my wish.
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Sunday, June 5, 2011
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Thursday, June 2, 2011
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