Friday was the cast party for “On The Road With Judas”

Jason rocked it.

Jenna and I chilled, then went out to party.

What’s that in your left hand? Do you not like the stylist that insulted your hair.

Ronan are you drunk?

Slutnik, what’s your deal?

You think I can’t catch Patrick in the headlights?

Because Jenna can squeeze a Jen so good.

And we can bug Madeleine.

Finally, Collela shows up.

Excited or what?

Madeleine is.

Collela. Enough said.

Okay. Collela and Dustin.

Patrick and Dustin.

Mad and Dustin.

Ben gets the cutie noogie.

All star Alex made it out.

And we finally got to meet Madeleine’s illustrious friend to boy toy.

Saturday, I got the blast from the past. Yes, the soon to be Dr. Paden Ross!

She’s much the same, except with a degree, maybe buying a house, and a slight accent.

Photo reinactment.

And the great anschluss.

Saturday, big news: haircut. The barber is ready.

We went from this.

To this.

Through this.

And finally that. It looks better than it looks. See the whole process here.

Sunday, terminator Jenna came around.

Because it was time for the whitney biennial.

Look, permanent collection statue robot fun.

Big collages.

The two pieces of the show, a candle wax circle, in between ripped out walls.

This jug’s not bad.

But the orgy is fucking great.

So is alien vag fucking and borbs.

Wires.

A minute reenactment of a Duchamp show.

Porn.

A chariot.

And not part of the show, an awesome Calder.

All these brought to you underneath the radar of some ogre gaurds with the “No pic-chures.” The show, I am afraid to say, was mostly crap. But I liked the few things I snapped plus others I didn’t, but, too much crap. One of the best pieces was the light fixtures in the lobby.

To cap it, jenna went from nice.

To make-tyra-proud fierce.

Don’t you just love well made desserts?

The New Idea...

Well, ive decided that once a week is a pretty good rate to post on the diary photoblog, but what if i just get a quick idea and want to write bit more, instead of constantly putting up pictures? That's why i began this. This week is comiing, but i got very excited about my new video, take a peek. It will evole, worry not. If you can't see that, then have this highly compressed piece of crap.

Dinners And Dinners And Munch, Oh My…

I hit up the stop motion cinematography one more time for the Judas movie on Friday, and I once again cannot show you the products of that labor. But I could not help myself, on Wednesday, when Jenna and I found ourselves bored, we went at it. So check it out. Oh, and we had some trouble choosing the music, so you can decide which is better. Oh, and if it feels like it ends too soon, that’s cause it does, Jenna stripped all the way down, but censored me from showing even the black barred version. Here, have an unrelated picked.

Jenna then surprised me with her beautiful painting, which is now a proud addition to my sparse wall.

Friday, Lauren was having a not quite going away diner party, so Jenna and I gladly came along to the trendy MD-50. A big surprise was Kelechi, Ogo’s little brother in for the night.

And Lauren’s drink, which almost punched me in the face.

The place had French portions, which the waitress thoroughly explained.

While Rod gave her a slightly drunken hard time about. But it was St. Patty’s, so who can blame him.

Thanks, Lauren, for such a beautiful meal.

Oh, and thank you, waitress, for putting up with a sort of annoying group.

Saturday, I slept all day. I was tired from running around the Drew campus taking pictures. But at night, it was Mer Lyn’s birthday. Happy 25th!

Jenna and I chilled it in the corner.

Met kinda crazy guy Robert.

Talked to the ive-been-drinking-since-one Drew.

Cursively waved to Briony.

Caught a glimpse of the cool embroidered jacket.

Then missed the elder and younger Lyns, as they were locked in a room. But I did catch Melinda. (I failed my pokemon directive to catch ‘em all.)

Sunday, we hit the MoMA for a well deserved Munch exhibit.

No photos allowed so we had to do it sneaky. But I dug his washed out post impressionistic style.

The scream, of course, but beyond too,

Randomly saw Sandra, also getting a Munch injection.

I love the new MoMA level action.

We also hit the Arab in West Diaspora artists exhibit with a major highlight being the garden of earthly delights.

And this painting I could not snap, but luckily appeared in the brochure.

Then a quickie delicious dinner a Spice.

And Dave Chappelle’s Block Party, which I thought was just cool. Dave, is basically the man, so down to earth. And it was great to see the Fugees back together, if even for just two songs.

Monday, I went to Josh’s place and met up with Simon and Andreas.

And went to a grand old dinner at Scalipotina, or something like that.

We met up with two Jesses and Andreas sister, who’s name I never caught.

My yellowfin tuna was scrumptuos.

Thank you gracious hosts.

There, we’re all caught up.

Art, Video And More, Art…

Wow, what a crazy week. Started if off being a a 2nd Unit Director for my bosses movie, On The Road With Judas. Me, direct you say? Why yes, I was asked to do a quick Quicktime type of thing, like my eurotrip or the like. I can’t quite show it to you just yet, but guess who I got to shoot: None other than Aaron Ruel of Napolean Dynamite fame.

And Eddie Kaye Thomas, from being inside Stiffler’s bearer.

How cool is that? Anyway, it looks kinda like this.

That was Tuesday and Thursday. Wednesday I tried to help Nick encode. It took us three hours to keep what he had already done.

Friday I went to one Rich Boatti’s Birthday party. He’s now the president of the Fordham Law Democrats. Holy shnikies, who would ever elect rich for anything/

Colin was there.

As was Ebin, who I had not seen a while.

Alex kept it cool.

Ximena gave me the flirt look.

Kelly remembered this same type of thing happening back at seder time last year.

And the moose kept it real.

Saturday, Jenna and I hit the Rauchenberg Combine Restrospective at the Met. Damn! That man could combine like nobody else! No photos allowed so I had to be extra sneaky.

Love the pheasant.

And the goat.

Here was Jennas favorites.

And mine.

What a beautiful day at the Met.

And a great meal at Elios.

Which led us to Poker at Althea and MattSam’s

I tripled up early on with a lucky straight that hit (I was semibluffing, cause I had the draw and middle pair) off Thayer and Harris. Then I slowly lost and lost until I hit two pair kings and jacks to Matt’s Kings. He called my all in, even though the ace was on the board. Harris didn’t believe I had trip twos, either and gave me more ammunition. Then I got poclet aces, had Matt nicely hooked on the line, and the board goes and gets a straight! What the F. Then the end began. I get pocket Queens, raise Althea’s two to six, and the board gets an Ace. I fold, wisely, althea had Ace King, but she got lucky. A few hands later, Althea and I dance again, I get top pair with 9s and raise four which she calls way to quick, and an ace hits. Instead of cashing out with fity, its thirty.

But Jenna made it, finally, so it was all good.

Then a magical extra twenty was found. Im pretty sure it was mine and Derek’s now, but it caused quite a commotion.

Which brings us to Sunday, and The Armory Show. I had never heard of it, but it’s a yearly throwdown of New Art of The World. Yes, 146 Galleries trying to strut their stuff. Jenna and I were not ready for the fucking size of it.

So much to see. This.

And This

And This.

Of fuck it, here, look at it all.

I also saw Kevin Lotery, of Cate fame, who now works at the Guggenheim.

What a fucking week.

The Sated Week…

Wow, this was busy week. Much too much went down. So lets get to it. Sunday, I had dinner with my Cousin Stickney.

He owed me a Birthday dinner, so we went to Carmines, where the portions are preposterous. The food was expensive, one of the caveats of the meal, trying to make my uncle spend some of his cash. Just look at this steak.

Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday, I had the honor of serving my civic duty. I had the fate of a man in my hands. Yes, I went to jury duty. And I got my camera past security, but chickened out on the money court shot. Here, enjoy the jury room.

And the sandwich that the city of New York bought me.

And I enjoyed Chinatown.

But beware of Jury duty. And not for the waiting and annoyance, but for the responsibility. I kept joking, “im doling out the justice,” but sending someone to jail hit me heavy. I do think he was guilty, but damn, it still hurt. Look at me upon walking out of the courthouse.

Enough with the down notes, Wednesday was also the Cate New York Reception, always a fun look back in time. We started off with Rich Pan in the elevator.

Drew Skelton partied it up.

Ogo Ravi and Murray kept it real.

Lauren acted surprised, but she knew what was coming.

Rodrigo just kept it smoof.

Bilick still has that charming smile.

The Married Couple had to represent.

Ji-Sun even remembered who I was.

Georgia and Nathan are still and item.

Cally has moved back into the city, earning her masters.

While Ally teaches 7th grade rugrats.

Biggest surprise of the evening, the all star Ms Omaley.

I only had five seconds with Stebbins, but at least I got the pict.

The younger Collins did not look amused.

But she did have the gall to have a Cate bag.

Later, we went to Murray’s.

And reminisced on the old days, Texans invading young arab countries and such.

Friday, we rocked it. Jenna, her friend Jennifer and I got tickets to the Strokes and The Eagles of Deathmetal. Jennifer met us at the office.

And away we went.

It fucking Rocked!

Its that simple, it was just a fucking awesome show.

I mean, my girl could not stop dancing.

The whole place was going wild.

Just a rockin’ good time.

Saturday, Jenna and I decided to be extras in JJs movie, “On The Road With Judas.” The set was crazy.

Ben and JJ framing the action.

I even made it on to the set.

And a cool set it was.

Jenna and I were supposed to be nerds. She was the hot one, can you tell?

The hairgirl accentuated my nerdidness.

While Ronan and Palla kept the shit produced.

Jason rocked the suspenders to become the white Erckel, or Werckel.

Even the director’s family got in on the fun for a bit.

Set days are long and boring for extras, so I took a nap.

And checked out how the dp looks at things.

Lunch came and went.

Jason changed but kept the Werckel look.

What a set.

Slotnick was having fun.

Jen kept decorating and adding production value.

The propmaster dove right in.

Annie had dressed us so nerdy.

The makeup girl made us not shine.

And Katie held the whole place down.

We finished with a tremendous elevator pict.

And Jenna and I ate at the quite surprisingly good Klong on St. Marks.

Delicious!

And we noticed that the star of the movie, Eddie, was plastered all over Manhattan.

Sunday, well Sunday was a continuation of my very favorite PS 260 tradition, the Office Oscar Pool.

It takes over, and I give myself ulcers trying to pick correct winners… because I know that one false step can cost you the whole banana, and how good it feels to have them open that envelope and read out your pick. Well, one decision did cost me, cinematography, but whatever kids, cause I still got second place. That usually does not add up to much, but we expanded the pool to cover more Post companies, and I took down $125 American!

Hells yeah.