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\n… only done with a self-timer on my old awesome camera. This was taken in my first months in New York. I was living on the Upper West Side with my brother and his girlfriend, and going to grad school. I still felt like I was visiting. I took this in Riverside Park on a biting cold day. <\/p>\n
The thing about not “having” the internet until you are almost 30, is your memories are different. I wonder if studies have been done about this. I don’t have 5,000 pictures of every year of my life. I always had a camera, since I was a kid, and I loved taking pictures, but you just didn’t take 5,000 pictures because you had to get them all developed. And so whatever pictures I have of whatever moment, is what I have. Memories then swirl around the picture, somehow nailed down by the one piece of “evidence” we have that the moment existed. Like: I remember this day. I had been wandering around the Upper West Side taking pictures. I went to the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. I wandered through Riverside Park. I was working on a project for one of my acting classes. I had no specific GOAL with all these photographs, but I was trying to capture something … I took pictures of empty buildings, building facades, abstract shapes … it was part of what I was working on, this character I was creating. So I remember all that very well. At the end of this long day wandering around, I finally put myself in one of the pictures, lying on top of this stone railing, placing the camera at the other end. Kind of to commemorate the day: I was here, this is what I did this day, I took no pictures of humans that day – by design – I was looking for architecture, preferably run-down – but I figured one picture of a human was okay. I was here. This is what I did on that very specific day. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
… only done with a self-timer on my old awesome camera. This was taken in my first months in New York. I was living on the Upper West Side with my brother and his girlfriend, and going to grad school. … Continue reading