Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
US and I: Craigslist creatures (rules)
Silk-screened book of drawings of observations and encounters during my time in New York. Part of my major context research project about Scribble Art. More to follow soon.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Debate Watch Party
Ahh...those sweet, exotic elements of American culture. A 'debate watch party' is what I shall attend tomorrow night as part of a new photography project. My plan for this semester is to capture moments of American culture that I as a German am not familiar with. This project will run over the next few months and include images of the election, my soccer trip, Halloween, Thanksgiving, early Christmas decorations etc. More soon...
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Crazy...
...busy, is what I am at the moment.
I do so much work I don't even have time to put it up. But it's all happening and I am enjoying every minute of it. Will write soon, but for now: a picture of a pile of drawings for my Scribble Art book. 64 drawings in total, 32 done, 32 to go. Phew.
I do so much work I don't even have time to put it up. But it's all happening and I am enjoying every minute of it. Will write soon, but for now: a picture of a pile of drawings for my Scribble Art book. 64 drawings in total, 32 done, 32 to go. Phew.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Bend it like Beckham, Victoria, that is...
Not sure I have mentioned this yet, but I actually joined the Cooper Union soccer team. So far I've been training with the charming boys of the Cooper Engineering School, err. But guess what, the girl's team had their first practice yesterday, rather appropriately so, since we're already booked to play a game in two weeks. We'll go to Albany to play Albany College of Pharmaceuticals. Gives. me. the. fear.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Shoes and Socks
Almost matching. Ahh, the things you discover trying to kill time waiting for the metro.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Cookie Monster and Bert?
Exhibition at East Houston and Bowery. Called 'outsiders', not sure by whom, sorry.
Come on everybody now
Quick animation of weird 'They might be giants' interlude for my Thursday night motion graphics class (taught by John Vondracek).
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Scribbles
First sketches for the design part of my Scribble Art essay. Click on the image to enlarge.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Misleading
First Photo class assignment: 'Narrative, Images and Reality: Make a series of photographs where the idea of the place or the subject is intentionally misleading.'
I've been thinking about a way of incorporating my panicky, 'homeless' first weeks in New York into my creative work. I wanted to create poetic images that reflect the transient state of being in a flat, but not really being there, because it's not your home...
Friday, September 19, 2008
Hurray!
I've found a place to live! The french baker turned out to be a french banker (typo on my new landlady's behalf). He claims to be good at cooking anyways, though. All is good.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Everything's coming together...
...slowly, but surely. And it's about time, too.
These first weeks have been nothing but trouble. First my bank card broke (actually it was just fraud prevention without fraud). Then my phone broke. Not good in a city where most flats don't have buzzers so you have to call people to say you're there. Then I moved into an apartment which turned out to be in a not so cool area, or at least I didn't feel comfortable. Then I got sick (see blog post about air-condi-shit-ioning). Then I decided I really needed to move. Sooner rather than later. Then I began my hunt. And that was over a week ago.
Now I am in a completely empty apartment in midtown. With 24 hour doormen it couldn't be safer (actually it's almost a bit scary, if you're not used to it, if that makes sense). And I owe a friend a huge thank you. There is nothing in here. No chair, no desk, no nothing. And I love it. I went to this 24 hours hardware store on 29th street the other night. Rocking up there at about 11pm, the store was completely empty. (Why 24 hours, you might wonder. Me too.) One of the employees was so bored he decided to give me personal shopping assistance. And so we spent about 45 minutes wandering through the store, deliberating about what a person needs in an empty flat for 2 weeks. We decided: 1 cup, 1 pan, 1 plate, 1 knife, 1 spoon, 1 fork, 1 glass, 1 bowl.
And so I sit with my one-of-each collection checking craigslist again, waiting to find my dream place. The one place. The heaven of all apartments in all of New York. Actually, I am just looking for a simple, small room in a place that doesn't require to have to call up your bank to ask for a loan to pay the rent, doesn't have more mice than humans, does have a window, and through that window there comes natural light. Doesn't seem too much to ask, but hey, this is New York and people are weird!
I'm searching. And searching. And searching. But if everything works out, I will have that dream place confirmed in the next few days. No mice, 1 window, natural light and sharing with a french baker. The flat, not the room, that is.
These first weeks have been nothing but trouble. First my bank card broke (actually it was just fraud prevention without fraud). Then my phone broke. Not good in a city where most flats don't have buzzers so you have to call people to say you're there. Then I moved into an apartment which turned out to be in a not so cool area, or at least I didn't feel comfortable. Then I got sick (see blog post about air-condi-shit-ioning). Then I decided I really needed to move. Sooner rather than later. Then I began my hunt. And that was over a week ago.
Now I am in a completely empty apartment in midtown. With 24 hour doormen it couldn't be safer (actually it's almost a bit scary, if you're not used to it, if that makes sense). And I owe a friend a huge thank you. There is nothing in here. No chair, no desk, no nothing. And I love it. I went to this 24 hours hardware store on 29th street the other night. Rocking up there at about 11pm, the store was completely empty. (Why 24 hours, you might wonder. Me too.) One of the employees was so bored he decided to give me personal shopping assistance. And so we spent about 45 minutes wandering through the store, deliberating about what a person needs in an empty flat for 2 weeks. We decided: 1 cup, 1 pan, 1 plate, 1 knife, 1 spoon, 1 fork, 1 glass, 1 bowl.
And so I sit with my one-of-each collection checking craigslist again, waiting to find my dream place. The one place. The heaven of all apartments in all of New York. Actually, I am just looking for a simple, small room in a place that doesn't require to have to call up your bank to ask for a loan to pay the rent, doesn't have more mice than humans, does have a window, and through that window there comes natural light. Doesn't seem too much to ask, but hey, this is New York and people are weird!
I'm searching. And searching. And searching. But if everything works out, I will have that dream place confirmed in the next few days. No mice, 1 window, natural light and sharing with a french baker. The flat, not the room, that is.
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