hmm. i never dreamed they'd let a look like this --1981? --come back. not even for juniors.
(and: yes, i'm shopping for us open gear.)
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
grey skies and showers-- and an occasional wind gust-- at around the 9am hour.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
no double lattes...
@ lucid cafe...
no fresh bagels with delicious, salty nova...
should i be taping my windows, too?
but we do have BOOZE...
my favorite wine store in mh...i am storm-proofed...
and all is well, at the rare bar and grill...
rare bar and grill @ the shelburne hotel...
Friday, August 26, 2011
marin cilic. aug 26, 2011 © anita aguilar
i have to say that when i saw him from across the street, i knew i was staring at a big server, but i got nervous and forgot his name. he was very, very nice about it and let me take his photo...
he plays ryan harrison in the first round...should be a good one to watch...
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
aaron sanchez @ union square greenmarket
aug 22, 2011
zipping through the park this morning, i spied aaron sanchez (with crew and all, hard not to notice) and snapped this photo for my friend z, who at some point in time, had a little thing for him. i didn't know if he was shooting a commercial, or a food network veggie segment, or a heat seeker's segment. no time to stick around--i just wanted the photo for her.
she's apparently no longer keen. but i sent word about the sighting through my little social media network and i soon found out that a colleague of mine from years ago, rafael, who runs the amazing showdown pictures, just finished wrapping the show that they were in the park shooting this b-roll for. "aaron loves new york" will debut on the spanish language channel utilisima this fall.
yay for showdown!
and: if the show gets picked up for season 2, i think i get to visit the set...
so let's look out for it, si?
Sunday, August 21, 2011
when love--la famiglia--comes to town, sometimes they stay at a fancy new, five-star, fifth ave hotel, where they serve popcorn with truffle oil and the mirrors in the bathroom have tvs in them. but wherever they stay, wherever they are, i always have so much fun...
photos from the fancy, friday night:
photos from the fancy, friday night:
i've had a lucky month for freelance work, but i was particularly grateful that my job yesterday took me outside for "summer streets," otherwise i might have missed it this year entirely. (where has the month gone?) mother nature definitely saved the best for last: it was warm, with none of the despairing humidity that marked most of this ny summer. for me, it was a tonic for what had been a grinding week.
i loved the chance to see the different sunshine and the different energy between nolita in the early morning and park avenue in the early afternoon. and i loved the view from the metlife/helmsley underpass -- at the time i was there, i caught the last of the daylight streaming in on the uptown side, making for a really romantic view. i was surprised at how good it made me feel to see new yorkers taking over the streets to enjoy a simple thing: summer sun.
the only thing missing? a bike for me to ride.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
ah ha! i knew if i trolled the internet long enough i'd find my favorite version of this song (on disc 5 of the 50s masters). elvis is one of my favorite dancers of all time--i'll take his cool shimmy over gene kelly's happy tapping any day of the week. too bad there aren't any videos (that i can find so far) of him performing this one.
in my experience, this provides a great soundtrack for all the things you don't want to do around the house (dusting, mopping, dusting). chores go a lot quicker when you're dancing. unless you dance too much. then it takes all day...
Sunday, August 14, 2011
favorite: the boys at the wedding
the flower girls
joy(ous) and dad
mirian, kelly and sister
kelly and mirian
with joy(ous), country mouse, and sister (sheena925)
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
i recently read an article that offered advice to young photographers. (i took it all to heart--and took "young" to mean "new.") of all the encouraging notes, one stood out: from chris steele-perkins, "take a lot of photos....be depressed by them."
and then i did it.
i've been working on a project for a colleague--doing it for the cause (he needs photos for a custom pub for a cancer fundraiser) and the experience (shooting landscapes). the only two mandates from the creative director were location (the saugatuck river/long island sound) and mood ("moody"). he trusted my eye and skill for the rest. i spent the better part of two saturdays making my way up to connecticut. i took hundreds of shots, from land and sea, and had a pretty fun time doing it.
here's the depressing part: i'm not sure if i have 10 to give him.
but i haven't had the heart to go through them all closely, either.
of course the weather didn't really cooperate (saturday 1 was perfectly sunny; saturday 2 was thunderstormy--but there were barely any clouds. the sky gave color in mostly single shades of blue or grey). if there were a budget for me to be a cloud chaser, which i would love, then i could probably have given something more.
but the basic and more troubling issue at this point seems to be landscape photography itself. i shouldn't have expected that my first real attempt should have come so naturally and easily. (but between you and me, i was kind of hoping it would.) how do i transform a landscape into a compelling photo? photography is about problem solving, and i'm not sure how to figure the fix for this yet. but i know that i have to take the rest of mr. steele-perkins' advice: take more...
when i have the nerve to go through the rest, and if there are some, i'll post them here.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
a favorite shot, from the northern spur of the high line
july 23, 2011
photo © anita aguilar
Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.
--Carl Sandburg, via the poetry foundation