On my mind…
• Spring is currently waking every New Yorker from a sleep of polar-vortex-induced seasonal depression, and it is absolutely glorious.
• There is really something to be said for shooting on a little, lightweight camera with a little, lightweight kit lens. Not every day, and certainly not for work, but on a Sunday afternoon everything is just easier with a smaller camera.
• I feel really happy to be living in the kind of city that cares about – and truly respects – a student ID card from photography school. And I’m not just talking about the student discount at J.Crew or the waived entrance fee to certain museums; to be surrounded by people who see the career path I have chosen as something to be respected means the world to me.
• Coconut flourless cake does not go well with cream cheese frosting – not even at Passover. Non, merci.
The other weekend when I was up in Maine teaching photography at Bates, someone asked me how many years it had been since I graduated. I sifted through the archaeology of time and memory and really, really thought about it and came to this answer: it feels like somewhere between four and seven. I was shocked when I started to think about the years mathematically and I discovered that it has in fact only been three.
The whole it’s-only-been-three-years thing got me thinking and I realized that although college was not technically that long ago, I don’t really care about it that much anymore. With that time in my life feeling so far away, it follows that this blog - a blog “about life after college” - might cease to feel relevant. In order to stay current - to remain a place about which I – and my readers – care, Champagne for Ducklings must grow up or risk being outgrown.
I was talking a while ago to one of my oldest and dearest friends and he said, My job has nothing to do with who I am and that’s why I don’t like talking about it when I’m out at a bar. And I thought about what he had said and about how I always seem to talk about my art when I’m out at a bar and I asked, But what happens when what you do and who you are are the exact same thing? He said, Well then you’re the exception; it’s always good to talk about what you’re passionate about.
I liked this thought and I think it’s great advice in general: to share your passions. So this is how Champagne for Ducklings is going to grow up: it’s going to leave the bubble of post-college comparisons, checks and balances, and become simply a reflection of the things about which I feel passionately: art, photography, travel, new recipes, new people, deep thoughts, silly thoughts, laughter, and good stories. This blog will be – simply – my creative outlet. An ongoing art project.
A little flute of champagne. Cheers!
New Yorkers were so happy this weekend in the beautiful weather that made the horrible winter seem long ago and the current season feel more like summer than spring. On Saturday morning I had a photo shoot with the most adorable little two-year-old boy and during a break in shooting I noticed this little store window that almost looks photoshopped, but isn’t. I was interested in capturing it because, while the wedding dress is lovely, the whole window with its scripted overlay and across-the-street reflections is what really drew – and held – my attention.
Oh, New York in the spring. Art and beauty everywhere.
My mom often talks about how when she and my dad gave me my first camera (in 1992!) I seemed to be fascinated with how my own shoes looked through the lens. Over the span of a few years of my childhood, I took dozens and dozens of pictures of my feet: wearing sandals on family vacation, going to preschool wearing one blue sneaker and one red one, et cetera. I even took a break from shooting my parents’ wedding photos to photograph my own little feet!
It looks like I reverted to being a four-year-old again this week; by the end of the weekend I realized I had four new photos of my feet on my iPhone. I know I took them all for a reason (I like my nails – my stripes match – I got a free cappuccino at Milk Bar – I’m carrying a princess crown in my bag for a photo shoot) but all together they have that four-year-old effect of I don’t understand why there are so many photos of shoes:
Just a silly little post to say, Happy Monday!
It will be a week or more before I’ve really sorted through all of the dance photos from this weekend, but here is one photo - a little preview of what’s to come:
This morning I am enjoying the calm that comes with looking through my photos of last night’s beautiful, beautiful dance show:
Seriously, it was such beautiful dancing. Congratulations, Bates dancers!!
As I walked home from the subway tonight in the fog that comes at the end of a five-day virus, I realized: It is Wednesday. Maybe this doesn’t seem shocking to anyone else, but it was to me, because It is Wednesday means Soon it will be Friday which means In two days I will be on a plane to Maine for my first-ever all-on-my-own business trip.
When I realized this I felt I might burst into tears and also just so so so wide-eyed excited - all at once. It’s strange how the big things in life seem to come with so many different emotions. And I guess that maybe this one isn’t all that big – except that it is, and I don’t think I can spend any more days pretending to be cool about it.
Because I. Am. So. Excited.
This weekend I am heading up to Bates (where I went to college, not all that long ago) to teach a workshop in dance photography, photograph 3 dance shows, and give a little talk over breakfast about what it is like to have a career in the arts. While I am always aware that I have a lot of work ahead of me in this arts career thing, I can’t help but take a little moment to smile excitedly to myself about the fact that I have my very own business trip this weekend.
I seriously cannot wait.