Friday, February 26, 2010

pretty city: this time it's for real

photos © anita aguilar

pretty city: the "it's new york, baby" edition

we don't have it too bad here, but this seems unwise.

"it's new york, baby..." said david, to three guys who yowled after stepping in a puddle that was better than ankle-deep.
(outside 185 madison avenue).

photos © anita aguilar

Thursday, February 25, 2010

pretty city: the "falls like snow, wears like rain" edition

midday in midtown.
umbrella in one hand, the g10 in the other. (
this trick needs work, are a few quick shots. maybe more tomorrow...)

photos © anita aguilar

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

hear a little song/the kids are alright

i think we need to liven up this dreary wednesday with a little west side story/bernstein mambo, courtesy of gustavo dudamel and venezuela's simon bolivar youth orchestra.

i first caught this on ovation in january--and it's on again now, which is what inspired me to share this today--and i could not contain myself. i was dancing around and applauding as if they could hear me.

a few notes: the musicians in the simon bolivar youth orchestra were trained in "el sistema"--a music program established in 1975 by the economist jose antonio abreu. it is a state funded program, which as of 2007 included 102 youth and 55 childrens orchestras. roughly 250,000 children participate, 90% of them from poor socio-economic backgrounds.

mr. dudamel himself learned to play the violin through el sistema--and eventually studied composition and conducting. he began conducting the youth orchestra at 15, was appointed its musical director within a few years.

in 2009, at the age of 26, he began his tenure as the musical director of the los angeles philharmonic.

(the nj all-state children's band, circa 1980, could offer up a solid version of macarthur park and the liberty bell. but we didn't sound like this.)

this is the finale, that made me go bananas! love everyone whooping it up at the end.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

ct: "let's dance, cupcake"

here it is, one of the episodes i've been waiting for...
featuring an interoffice kerfuffle (nuggies!) and donut love.


Monday, February 22, 2010

via the artist alfredo jaar

(and: paul krugman, "poet"? check the larissa macfarquhar feature in the new yorker)

read a good poem: winter trees

bryant park, nyc. feb 19, 2010.
photo © anita aguilar

ok--the last of the winter trees for this year. i promise.


Winter Trees

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
-William Carlos Williams via the poetry foundation

Friday, February 19, 2010

the "infra-ordinary"

i just got back from a quick trip to the ICP (pay what-you-wish-fridays, 5-8pm, is ideal for such a compact venue).

showing now: a solid, if familiar, assemblage of surrealist images of paris in the 1920s and 30s (man ray, brassaï...a personal favorite is andré kertész's rue vavin, paris 1925); a set of prints by eugène atget that offer a dreamy historical record of the city of lights; and a collection of miroslav tichý's photographs (crudely printed, mostly of women, taken surreptitiously). i can see why some consider the work "stalker-esque" and creepy...but i love the evocative blur in so many of them.

it was said that tichy's photographs exemplify the "infra-ordinary" -- french novelist georges perec's term for "that which passes when nothing passes. " perec wrote, in approaches to what?, "my intention is to describe what remains, that which we generally don't notice, which doesn't call attention to itself, which is of no importance, what happens when nothing happens, what passes when nothing passes, except time, people, cars and clouds."

agree or disagree with whether or not tichy achieves this, but i think it's a worthy challenge...

on my way home, i tried to practice "follow-focusing" with my 50mm. at night, this is quite a trick. so i wound up with a lot of mistakes including these--they have a kind of "tichy blur"?
i don't think i can get away with quite this much of it though. oh well.

42nd street/6th avenue, nyc.

wondering...does black & white help or hurt?

Thursday, February 18, 2010

see a...something

what the whaaaat?

i am thunderstruck.

next up: a guest spot on private practice? because kate walsh has sure looked ready to devour him...

pretty city: fashion week/here comes a regular

before fashion week fall 2010 left ny and bryant park, i decided to try to play "the sartorialist." i'm not sure why it didn't occur to me head over there earlier in the week--even though it isn't really my scene, i should have known it would be ripe for photo-ops. so many things to catch the eye--color, pattern, contrast. so many surprising and bold no-nos (and laughs), a few real beauties, and many, many people who want more than anything to be photographed and fawned over. (i prefer those who don't want it so badly, yet won't begrudge you the shot.) i found a little of all of that.

i don't have shots of any "famous" types, but russell simmons, tommy hilfiger, and i think hamish bowles, and other industry types walked right by me. meh. there were so many attendees coming from all directions, and the crowd of us could get easily diverted. i was much more interested in the regulars, anyway.

snuggly style

striking in stripes

he's knows he's got it all working. even the snapple matches.

check the wood bangles...

she walks in beauty...

ooh la la! finally, someone looking happy to be here.

a break in pattern

camera ready

star-sighting: the veteran ny times fashion photographer, bill cunningham...he's the original "sartorialist," yes?

i definitely have days like this...

am i supposed to know him?


now that's a look. she was actually a very willing subject...

blues and whites and greys


goth-y glam

"jump around, jump around"

how adorable is she? meet ms kathrin mormann...
she was my favorite model of the day.

next time, lincoln center...

photos © anita aguilar

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

read a good poem: the snow man

from the yard...

from the car...

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
--Wallace Stevens, via the poetry foundation

photos © anita aguilar

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

pretty city: "blizzard-like"

but really just kind of a slush-fest.

i took my g10 out tonight and snapped for a while.

maybe tomorrow i try again in the cold sunshine, with the 50mm.

i love the clover deli...