respuesta de nostalgia

haha i bet none of you even knew what that meant.

Nostalgia was a very interesting piece. I had trouble getting through it actually, it got pretty tedious at times. I'm not a hundred percent confident that it was a very effective piece. I understand that there was some significance in the delay between his description of the photos and the photos we were currently watching him burn, but i feel it's a pretty subjective one that became monotonous at times. The most I took fro the film was a comforting sense that images are just as important to some dude in the seventies as they are to me. I felt relief many times when the photos began to burn and a calm freedom when they were black piles of ashes on the burner. I think the delay between the photos and the narrative had something to do with his constant memory of the photo. Though the physical embodiment of his past memories were destroyed, he had a good hour and a half full of more events and periods in his life that were stored in his brain to reflect upon forever. In this way he brought us into chapters of his life, most closed by now, while opening new ones at the same time. He managed to give the audience a sense of closure without us even knowing anything about him; I think that was probably my favorite part. He must have felt very nostalgic and I think it's a cool emotion to attempt to share with strangers.

Let us ALL try and be more inclusive of our emotions when attempting to infiltrate the lives of others!

I thought I would sort of try the same thing, as the last photos I posted on here were very nostalgic for me, but I didn't really disclose anything about them to you avid avid and numerous readers, so here is a similar exercise to that of Hollis.

Basically. I won that that weird bowl thing at my ex boyfriend's cousin's wedding, they had some dance competition for the center piece... it originally held candles but I wanted to make it into a fishbowl with blue rocks and a purple fish. My friends were spray painting their bikes (sooo weird!) and I decided to tag along and spray paint my center piece. It later broke before I got the chance to put the rocks or the fish in it and I'm actually kind of pissed off about that.

el fin de mi historia

I'm sure that was somewhere between slightly and not at all more interesting than the movie.

internet finding part one

someone posted it on facebook. i like it ! as a medium for a comic it works reallyw ell, the panels are beautiful and it's funny.

good stuff.

i present:

catstab

camera lucinda

Wow I love how submitting work to a blog shows your skills of effective time management above every post (ahem).

I wasn't a huge fan of the narrative in the excerpts I read from Camera Lucinda. I think the author attempted at making his vision and feelings way too fancy-sounding. I just checked the date on the book, it was written in 1980 so that doesn't really excuse the labyrinth of words he used to tip toe around his point. It took me until the last excerpt to really get what he was getting at. When he did, I realized it was something that I've contemplated a lot and something I'm sure a lot of other people think about as well. For two summers I attended a really awesome film making camp in Los Angeles. The first year I went I was 14, and the short film I made was about a young girl frustrated with the separation between herself and how photographs depicted her.

I am constantly frustrated with this concept. In fact sometimes I think "obsessed" might be a better word. The best photographs I have ever taken have illuminated or exaggerated some part of a personality I love. It could be my own, it could just be somebody I care for, but ultimately I feel translating a component of someone's essence is my ultimate goal in photography. That's often why I feel I can take great photos of someone I know well, or myself. When put in situations with someone where they allow themselves to be truly vulnerable is when their best moments are able to be captured on film. And these moments are really very refreshing and probably the best part of photos.

I like that all photos become historic, almost like a catalog. I like that by seeing photos of someone you know presently in their past you are taken to an entirely new world. Before writing this I looked through an album I posted on facebook specifically for old photos-- photos that existed on my first computer, photos that existed before they had anywhere to go (facebook). Most of these photos triggered in me several smells, sounds, emotions and seasons for me. They really hit me for a second and even the cold feeling of the tiles in my bathroom at my old house returned to me in a rush.

Here are a few of the photos, even though I know this is a written response. Blogging likes photos:















































































See now I must stop, as it is becoming overwhelming. Though to those reading this, these photos are probably vague clues in the history of a stranger in your interactive new media class. Or maybe you recognize someone or some place, or maybe they set you off on a mental album of nostalgic ridden photos of your own. Or maybe not.

Additionally here are a few photos others have taken of me that have captured parts of me I didn't think I had:































































These photos couldn't have been taken by myself, or a stranger, as they were taken in situations of restless comfort where I allowed myself to show a cold dark box a part of me that could potentially be worth documenting.

Over all, a good read.

internet content overload

yeah i didn't do the reading.

yet.

but! i did find this crazy sexy skinny white boy spittin "flow so sick it needs to be mopped up" or some stuff.

I like his video... i feel he interacts with media that might be described as new (wink wink) quite efficiently. I hope I can both brush up on my dope rhymes as well as create a video similar to this awesomeness soon with help of FACS 1939. Word.



One can only hope.

post numero uno

allo bonjour!

i was going to make this a part of my old blog because nobody reads it anyway, but starting new blogs is a bit of an addiction.. like biting your nails or spray painting buildings (shhh)

so I guess this is the first post.

Uh, I'll see you when i'm done the reading!