2012

Evolve

Nikon N8008s Fujichrome Velvia 50 Slide Film Fujichrome Velvia 50

When I was in the 5th grade, I wanted to be an astronomer. When Toys Story came out, I wanted to be an animator. When I was studying economics in college, I thought about being an economist. When I was looking into grad school, I thought about being a web designer/illustrator. In the end I realized I wasn't any good in any of those.

Honestly, I question myself once in a while if photography is what I really want to do. And if I do want to stick with photography, should I do food or weddings or portraits or cookbooks or magazines or blogs or what? I feel like most of the time I'm everywhere, my mind is scattered. Or should I just go back to a 9-6 job and keep photography a hobby.

I'm over thinking..I know I know.

Duh, I had a good idea, inspired, when I started to write this post and that was last week. Now I'm trying to just finish it. I'm a little depressed and cranky but that's a good thing. I'm always cranky, just depends on the level of crankiness. I do my best work and get ideas when I'm down.

Maybe I'll list out the recent things I want to do: Do more illustrations Do a short documentary on food trucks Make my own ladyfingers for tiramisu Want to concentrate MORE on the people behind the food

BLAH

"We evolve beyond the person that we were a minute before. Little by little we advance with each turn. That's how a drill works!" - Gurren Lagann

Brave New World

Recipe testing day for Blondie and Brownie's book "New York a la Cart". May 2012 Hasselblad Kodak Portra 400. Hasselblad Kodak Portra 400

Hasselblad Kodak Portra 400

Hasselblad Kodak Portra 400

Hasselblad Kodak Portra 400

Hasselblad Kodak Portra 400

Hasselblad Kodak Portra 400

What sort of person are you? Do you plan every step of your life or is each brand new day an adventure of uncertainty? I was just thinking the other day. When I was 25 (2003) and on my way to school in NY, I didn't plan on being here for more than a few years. I'm close to being in this city for 10 yeas now. While I still dream about moving onto another city, realistic I see myself here.

Today is my dad's birthday. I wish him the bestest birthday ever. I wonder what his dreams were when he was young. I have heard many times the story of him escaping Vietnam to Hong Kong, during the Vietnam War. Are we all just made up of chances and luck and fate? It's hard to imagine what would've happened if he had stayed in Vietnam. I definitely wouldn't be here.

He told me on the phone, couple days ago, to "just keep photographing." I'm totally not the type to just sit around and wait. I hate the uncertainty of tomorrow. I want things to happen now. I want to keep photographing but sometimes I wonder, what's the point? My dad is stubborn and likes to argue but super duper supportive of the things my sisters and I are doing.

Last week I got some shitty news and though it wasn't as a smack in the face like I got from few years ago, it was still a little depressing to hear. BUT that smack in the face I got few years ago, now looking back, was probably the best thing that could've happened to me. I'm not very religious and don't really believe in one god but it's hard not to believe in fate. A lot of things in my life could've gone wrong and yet it has led me here.

Maybe I just need to be patience and live my life. I got my health, family and friends. Shooting film is a lot like life, don't you think? My dad gave me his Hasselblad and it only takes 12 pictures. You really have to think about your picture before snapping it, definitely a good exercise for any photographers. I take a photo and there's no way for me to know what it's going to look like. Did I get the aperture right? Did I over or underexposed it? You sort of have to just trust your guts, just like in life. Some pictures may turn out bad or just plain boring. But there are certainly some good ones. Though, no matter the outcome, it's you.

Allswell's Crispy Chicken Sandwich

Allswell's Crispy Chicken Sandwich for lunch (or brunch or weekday brunch)! Comes with fries (with mayo!) and get a side of beer please. Fried chicken sandwich

New Year's resolution? Eat more chicken sandwiches, the tasty kind. There's no room for the bad ones.

A little announcement. Yesterday I launched my portfolio, freshly redesigned and got a feature on the West Elm blog. Happy days.

Back To Where We Were

Balthazar Balthazar, a French bistro in SoHo NYC, holds a special place in my heart. Sure they serve my favorite duck confit dish but this place is so much more than that.

My sister, Connie, had somehow found this place on the internet while she was apartment hunting with me in June 2003. We took the red eye and landing in a rainy (and at times pouring) NYC. We had spent the day wandering around with a broker and put down deposit for a place in Astoria (though of course the next day I found another place in the UES and got my deposit back). So after a long tiring day in the streets of NYC, we went to Balthazar for a nice cozy meal. My friends, that meal not only made my tummy happy it also recharged my soul.

And ever since then, I would go back once in a while. Almost every time I would get the same two things, a French onion soup and the duck confit.

Balthazar 80 Spring St.

Balthazar

Balthazar

Balthazar

Balthazar

Ann Hamilton The Event Of A Threat

Ann Hamilton Over the weekend, I went to check out Ann Hamilton's show "The Event of a Thread" at the Park Avenue Armory. I'm not a big arty person (yeah even though I minored in Studio Art in college and went to ITP), I do enjoy the occasional stroll through museums. I find some art a little hard to understand and mostly just a bunch of BS. Then there are art like "The Event of a Thread". My first impressions, magical, fantastical, whimsical and just in awe of the scale. There were aspects of the show which I didn't really get (like the people sitting at the tables writing and reading) but it added a sense of mystery to the piece.

Though the thing I took from this show was the idea of collaboration. The more than a dozen swings were what moved the big piece of white fabric hanging in the middle of the armory. It required all the swings to be in motion to move the piece of fabric. Collaboration, team work, each swing was an important part of the whole piece.

Also it was just fun to swing like a kid again.

The show is up till 1/6/2013

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton

Ann Hamilton