Boston | 35mm
cherry valley forever
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Janaina Medeiros
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Product Placement

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Andulka
Peter Solarz

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Xuebing Du
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KIROKAZE
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Mike Driver

#extradirty
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The Urban College
Deciding where you want to go to college is a big deal. Not life or death. Just what kind of life. To a junior in high school the first thing out of most adults’ mouthes sounds something like: “Oh, you are so grown up! You must be looking at schools! Any favorites yet?” A sheepish, “No, still looking” or “Not sure yet”, might warrant the response, “That is just fine at this stage. Any thoughts of rural, suburban, or urban?” And so a seemingly simple question (that appears entitled to a seemingly simple response) demands an instantaneous and pressured answer, usually spewed out of the ever stressed high school student.
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It’s summer after your first year of college, and you are free from the pressures of papers and tests, but have instantly lost the freedom of living on your own. No longer can you blast your favorite Spotify playlist, prompting equally loud music from your neighbors. No longer can you leave at ten at night and return drowsily to your bed at three in the morning. No longer do you communicate in a language comprised of strings of profanities. No longer can you sit on the crusty, old carpet in the hall with a pizza and a couple of friends, and enjoy a very literal midnight snack in the middle of finals week.
Here you are, sitting at home at ten o’clock on a Saturday night staring at the flickering TV, as you yawn and stuff your face with a handful of popcorn, one cheek pressed against the soft, familiar fabric of the couch cushion, your buttery fingers sliding on the buttons of the remote, skipping through over-played movies and reality show marathons.
While many students feel the withdrawal from going cold-turkey on the college lifestyle, everyone misses something different. Maybe the kids at the Big10 schools miss the Friday night lights. Maybe the liberal arts students miss their intimate campus, fueled by frisbee games on the lawn and luscious tress to read under.
But you city school kids definitely miss the city. You miss stepping out of your dorm and walking three blocks to the twenty-four hour bodega, or the pizza joint that’s open until three, but if you’re lucky they’ll let you in at 3:16AM, and give you an extra slice for free. And you miss sneaking into crummy bars under greasy restaurants, and the thrill that comes with being eighteen in a pub. And you miss the cars zooming by, and the public transportation that’s fast enough to get around, but slow enough to complain about. And you miss the shades of grays and blacks worn by buildings and people, and then the joy and refreshment of walking into a park. And you miss the street performers, who pull unsuspecting tourists into their acts. And you miss the surprise of a street fair or parade. And you miss the casual passing of a celebrity, as she walks her dog past the library.
So now you have returned to your childhood home, and are reunited with friends who have scattered across the country. Everyone laughs at each others’ stories about the dorms and classes and parties, but after the stories have been told, and the inside jokes reinstated, the boredom sets in. Because you can’t leave at ten at night with out questions being asked, and you can’t walk down the street to a pub for trivia and a couple of beers on a Tuesday. And forget about all those parties unless you’ve found a designated driver because you can’t walk or take the train home.
But hope is lost! In just three short months you’ll be back in the city and reunited with your fellow urban college friends. And dollar pizza will still be there, and that bodega owner will be happy for your purchases of Doritos and Four-Lokos. And trivia night will be more fun than ever because nothing is better on a warm fall evening in the city than a cold pint with friends.
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A Good Type of Grounded
Upon my return to the suburbs after my first year of college in the Big Apple, exhausted from finals and non-stop texts and emails, I decided to reunite myself with the ground. Grass. Dirt. Nature. Life.
One night at dinner I announced my plans to grow vegetables — and maybe some flowers too. My dad sprung to the defense of his manicured lawn: “You’re not planning on digging up the grass. Are you??” I rolled my eyes and sighed, “No, of course not. I’ll use planters.” My mom beamed at the idea, chiming in at how she’d really like that and how sweet it would be to have a little garden.
A hot, overcast June day, I drove to the local nursery. The pavement outside the store was covered with rows of seedlings and bags of soil. After twenty minutes of deciding between bush or romano beans and heirloom or regular tomatoes I carefully placed my seedlings into the back of my mom’s SUV and drove home, invigorated by the adrenaline of a new project.
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Six huge terra cotta pots sit at the edge of our patio, orange squash blossoms and green tomatoes peak out from the leaves, which are both smooth and fuzzy, some hole ridden — an inchworm epidemic that I combat with a spray bottle of vinegar and pepper flakes. The soil smells sweet and the plants are strong and crisp, a different green from that of the grass behind it.
There is something refreshing about caring for a living being. Something that also provides nourishment. Our lives are dominated by technology, so working with just dirt and roots and leaves provides a therapeutic activity in between Snapchat stories and Instagram profiles and Facebook messages. It’s physically in front of you, and real and has needs that you tend to and help. And you can see a progression and growth.
I’ve decided that if the whole filmmaker thing doesn’t work out, I’m moving to the countryside and working the land, living off what I can grow. But for now, I’ll stick with my potted plants, and maybe I’ll bring some back to the city and start a fire escape garden.
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Hiraeth | Art Direction | March 2015
Continued: Cape Cod in December | shooting on film
Cape Cod in December | shooting on film
New York City in the snow | shooting on film
Best Picture Oscars Nominees Ranked By Tomatometer
A CITY UPON A HILL
Why do people watch award shows?
They're glamorous. Regal. They showcase the people we watch and monitor on a daily basis while they all sit in one room celebrating each other's accomplishments.
Why do people not watch award shows?
There are bigger problems in the world. More important things to think about.
But if there is one thing that this year's Golden Globes has taught me, it's that even the most superficial feeling events can hold great importance and meaning. Tonight, people came together in support of the freedom of artistic expression -- both cracking jokes about The Interview and taking time out of their forty-five second speeches to reach out to Hebdo. People who have pursued their dreams and succeeded. People who I aspire to be not only because of our shared industry, but because they have worked for their entire lives to sit in that room. As George Clooney said in his acceptance speech of the Lifetime Achievement Award "You all have grabbed the brass ring."
"Things may come to those who wait...but only the things left by those who hustle."
-Abraham Lincoln
A Post for Today
Legs crossed, knees straining against the tight, dark wash denim, and smooth plastic resting in a nest of tangled brown and yellow curls. Songs from the soundtrack of Amelie echo around the clutter of clothes, open notebooks, and unpacked suitcases. Empty red Starbucks cups and bottles of cough syrup mark the nearing end of the semester. Entranced by laptops: two girls sit not six feet away from each other, not speaking, but being together, each engrossed by a different task, clicking keyboards accenting the classical score.
Late night walk to Time Sqaure
A Post From the Road
Kicking off this weekend in Philly, and then back to NYC! Stay tuned for some photos from the week -- hopefully most from my film camera...
Neighborhoods
Tilt-Shifted Time-Lapse Video That Makes the Landscape and People of Norway Look Like Miniatures