Tuesday, May 19, 2015

The Weight

This has been the past couple months in a nutshell. Lots of adventures, lots of tough times too. I'm pushing through it. I'm a big supporter of iPhone photography.

Earl Sweatshirt at The Warfield on 4/7

Intuition at Brick and Mortar on 5/16

Speak at Brick and Mortar on 5/16

"People love to act like they care about shit."

Saturday, May 16, 2015

10:54 pm on a Sunday night

A different type of murder mystery.

10:54 pm on Sunday night

Picture this: It’s late. It’s freezing in the parking lot. I’m exhausted and grumpy from an eight hour shift of retail. 

There’s a pile of fresh laundry on my bed and an unopened psychology textbook waiting for me at home, but I know I’m going to microwave a plate of leftovers and fall asleep on the couch watching late night reruns. 

I’m just not in the mood, not for anything. 

But I look down at my phone for the first time in four hours and there’s 47 missed calls and suddenly my heart drops out of my ass and I’m about to piss myself in fear because there’s been this feeling in the back of my head that something is wrong, like a piece of the world has fallen out of the sky and I could just sense it and suddenly I knew why. 

Suddenly I knew why.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Cherry Bomb

It gets rough and then it gets easy and for some reason it just gets rough again. I miss being able to walk to the beach in five minutes to catch a quick sunset every night. I honestly can't remember the last time that I got to go outside and just sit and watch the sunset for half an hour, with a friend or just by myself sitting in the grass. That's one of the things I miss most of all; it was just like a couple minutes out of my day when I could just relax and think. No one ever wants to watch the sunset with me out here. I miss having friends to talk to just a few doors down. Everything about this place makes me feel uneasy. Everything and everyone just makes me feel more lonely. Even my photography has gotten worse because I have trouble finding beauty in my surroundings. I get tired of songs I've listened to once. I want to burn my entire closet. Everything sucks. I would give anything to live at the beach again.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Lessons from the Driver's Seat

A story in exactly 1,000 words.

Lessons from the Driver's Seat

We’re in the car and she’s not talking, even though I can see through cloudy eyes a mind that’s working faster than I could ever think. She’s looking out the window, but only to avoid looking at me. I know there’s nothing worthwhile to look at in this town.

“I love you,” I say, and I say it softly, but it feels like I’m screaming because I know that she can’t hear me. She’s in her different world, where they speak a language no one knows. 

But I say it just to say it as we drive down empty streets. She’s quiet for the rest of the night and this is the moment I realize I may never be able to save her.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

A Vicious Circus

I used to be kind of a movie nerd.

I want to say film nerd, but the truth is that I like John Hughes and raunchy comedies too much to bestow upon myself such a hipster title. I mean, I cite Clueless as one of my top five favorite movies of all time. And I'm pretty much a nerd about anything that I like to obsession, whether it's books or Childish Gambino or cameras. 

So, yeah. I used to be kind of a movie nerd, and I would really make the most out of the $8 a month I spend on my Netflix subscription. Lately, like most things, I haven't been indulging in this little pleasure. The last actual film I watched was probably Boyhood when it first came out at the beginning of last summer, and the last movie I watched was, I think, The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part One. Which, as entertaining Jennifer Lawrence is, wasn't exactly essay-worthy.

But I used to love watching those weird hipster indie films, the ones that weren't necessarily about the story as much as they were about the beauty of composition and style. Wes Anderson is one of my favorite directors, and I know I sound like a cliche but you really can't say shit because if you like composition and style in your movies then he's probably one of yours too. The Royal Tenenbaums is one of my favorite movies (I value it over Clueless, just saying) and just typing that makes me want to rewatch all his other movies with my fingers hovering over the screenshot button and then write an essay about it. Seriously. I'm that much of a nerd. I could write essays about movies with pictures to accompany it all day and I'm pathetic. This is all just a pointless intro and I really did not mean for it to get this long.

My point is, I have a weakness for beautiful movies and recommending things. So, tonight, I watched a movie called White Bird in a Blizzard, directed by Gregg Araki (of Mysterious Skin fame) and starring Shailene Woodley.

If you've maybe kind of paid attention to my ramblings, then it's a known fact that Shailene Woodley is one of my favorite actresses. She's really good at playing a moody angsty teenage daughter, which means she is like looking in a mirror that shows a taller, whiter, infinitely more gorgeous version of myself. I don't think I've seen her play anything else other than this archetype, so I can't attest much to her other talents, but The Spectacular Now and The Descendants are also some of my favorite movies and she played fantastically relatable teen girls. She is also very good at crying on command. If there was an Oscar for crying, Shailene, and I had any say in it, I would give it to you. A+.

Anyway, White Bird is based on a book of the same name that is never available in any of the bookstores I've looked in, which frustrates me to no end because I have a stubborn aversion to Kindles. That's beside the point. Sorry.

But it is about seventeen year old Kat Connors, whose mother disappears without a trace one day during her senior year of high school. She brushes off the loss with a tough facade, but keeps having strange dreams and doubts about her mother's disappearance. 

This movie sat in my Netflix queue (such a funny word) for a while. I planned on reading the book first (I know, nerd) but since I couldn't find a copy, I sucked it up and watched it. I came into it knowing about a few bad reviews and thinking it would be creepy and suspenseful, more of a murder mystery. But it wasn't, and I think that's why it got such bad reviews. The movie is not about Kat's mother's disappearance. It's about Kat, and coming of age in a shithole town, with things like her deadbeat boyfriend and teenage antics and mother's disappearance as the factors that affect her adolescence. 

The truth is, the plot wasn't great. I predicted the ending within the first half hour and even with knowing that the movie is more coming-of-age than murder mystery, the whole teenage girl blooming into a woman thing isn't exactly an original tale. I liked it, and all, but it wasn't what I wanted to gush about.

What I loved about this movie was how freaking gorgeous it was. If you love Wes Anderson as much as I do, you will probably also enjoy this movie. I love balance and perfect composition in my frames. Composition is really the key to a good photograph. I loved the patterns in position. The shots of Kat in the middle with bleak backgrounds, the balance between a man on one side of the screen and a woman on the other, whether it was Phil, Kat's ex-boyfriend, and Kat's Mom or Kat and her dad, to show the face-off and challenge, even the simple fact that Beth, Kat's best friend, was always positioned in the middle with Kat and their other friend on each side. I absolutely loved it and couldn't stop admiring the screenshots I took. Here are some of my favorites:

I also have a weakness for great typography in movies.

Note Kat alone with a bleak background, and the others following.

Also note, Mickey and Kat are always on either side of Beth. Which really doesn't mean anything, but I just love consistency.


Note man and woman facing off on either side of the screen.

These snowy dream sequences were just gorgeous. One of my favorite parts throughout.

What did I say about her being a great crier?

I think this is kind of important too- in one of the closing scenes, conflicting man and woman aren't on opposite sides but very close together in the middle.

Doesn't it look so beautiful? They make such pretty photographs. I'm a sucker for nerdy photography things, like rule of thirds and the golden compass. I think the director really framed these shots carefully and wonderfully. I want to get my hands on Mysterious Skin now, with the hopes that it will be as pretty as this movie.

Something else that I loved was the soundtrack and the outfits. It really made me nostalgic for my jaded grungey Violet Harmon phase, when I loved classic rock from the 60's all the way to the 90's. There was lots of great 80's music, including Cocteau Twins and The Cure and Tears for Fears. And the clothes were prime; I took a few screenshots of those too:

Depeche Mode shirt. That's all.

I'm also gonna buy an oversized denim jacket and stud it because fuck that's dope.

Also, Gabourey Sidibe makes a great punk.

This only reinforces my desire for Docs.

High waisted pants are my weakness.

In all, I really think this was a great movie. The plot was so-so and the main characters were very unlikeable to me. In fact, Shailene Woodley's character is a huge brat and while she'd probably be a cool friend, I'd disappear too if I were her mother. Maybe this is another case of the book was better syndrome, and words didn't translate much to script. But what it lacks on story it makes up for in beauty. This was a very stylish film, whether it was composition wise or costume wise. I'd recommend it to anyone who is a fan of pretty films and Wes Anderson. Not bad at all.