stains from raindrops and tears; which is which I do not know.
under an unsurmountable cloud of thesis year, I spontaneously took a 3am bus to DC to be part of history …with the help of my friends Marissa and Lauren.
sorry to the vlogosphere for this video’s tardiness.
so I’m waiting outside the Lowes theater near Penn Station and suddenly…. well, you’ll see.
I had a friend tell me last week, “you scare me… I’ve never seen you with someone…”
…here is my response.
the day I got back from shooting a feature in Connecticut for a month, NY treated me with a free Battles show at central park’s summer stage. I love this city.
A mere 36hrs after I landed in San Antonio, my niece Chloe came into the world.
Felicitaciones, hermana.
for my Masters of Light final, I made a video on a personal hero of mine -Richard Sylvarnes, talking about his experimental feature film, H.C.E. that notoriously challenged audiences at the Tribeca Film Festival not too long ago.
so last month I was hired as a videographer for Global Fashion News and got a chance to do some of my own interviews with the familiar faces of Project Runway!
I’m not exactly sure why the days leading up to my 21st birthday were so depressing. but I got over it the day after it was all over.
::”snow drums” by piano magic::
so while in Texas, I got a tattoo. It’s from an illustration by Alred Kubin called “Every Night A Dream Visits Us” made in 1900, the year before Freud published Interpretation of Dreams, which ignited the notion that dreams came from an internal force as opposed to Kubin who believed they came from an external force.
…and evidently I act really stupid under a needle…
