Wednesday, April 18
Like baseball’s purity, Vin Scully never gets old: Anyone who thinks the Dodgers’ legendary play-by-play man has ‘lost it’ really ought to just get lost. Or simply listen to Scully enthrall listeners while losing himself in the beauty of the game.
Photo: Legendary broadcaster Vin Scully, shown in August 2010, is continuing his “love affair” with baseball in the Dodgers’ booth this season. Credit: Gary Friedman / Los Angeles Times
I am thankful for my memories of driving in the car with my Dad while we listened to Vin Scully give the play-by-play for the Dodgers.
Thursday, March 22
Photographer Philip Toledano’s book Days With My Father managed to capture both sadness and serenity in a loving tribute to his aging father’s last years. I loved how he described the project in this interview:
The thing with Days of My Father I realized, and I only realized this in retrospective, is it’s a book about love. And it’s a book about, I guess if you were to look at it objectively, it’s a book about the idea that saying goodbye can be a really extraordinary beautiful thing.
Via Mr. Toledano
(Source: anthropologie)
Monday, February 20
This Day in History: Executive Order 9066 & Japanese Internment Camps
On February 19, 1942, Franklin D. Roosevelt issued Executive Order 9066 allowing the US military to create domestic exclusion zones and remove people from them.
“Within days,” the Los Angeles Times reminds us, “the military began removing all Japanese Americans and Japanese from the West Coast.
“Within months, about 110,000 Japanese and Japanese Americans – almost two-thirds of whom were U.S. citizens –were moved to internment camps scattered through eastern California, Arizona and other Western States.”
The LA Times Framework blog has a great slideshow of the images they published at that time.
Images: Lead image is a sign notifying people of Japanese descent to report for relocation, via Wikipedia. Photos via the LA Times Framework blog.
(Source: futurejournalismproject)
Friday, February 3
Arcadia National Park
So thankful for that trip to Maine with my parents.
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Wednesday, December 21
Time-Lapse Thing of the Day: 4,000 tilt-shifted images of Los Angeles during the holiday season snapped through a “snow globe” — actually, a water-filled light bulb — make up this stunning time-lapse short from Colin Mika and Brandon Vedder of All Cut Up Films.
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My Dad would have loved this.
(Source: thedailywhat)
Saturday, December 3
I’m an AUNT
Dearest Nolan,
Welcome to the Tsushima family. I’m your silly Auntie Cher. I’m sorry I wasn’t there this morning for your birth, but don’t worry, we’ll meet soon enough. I apologize for the fact that I will most likely cry when I meet you. I also apologize for the way I will smother you with love and affection. Well, I’m not really sorry for the last one, it’s a fact of life you’ll have to live with. Here are some other little facts of life that you’ll learn about our crazy but wonderful family. You’ll be a Dodgers fan. You’ll love going to games in Chavez Ravine and eating Dodger dogs, garlic fries, and frozen lemonade. You’ll have good rhythm, whether it’s on the dance floor or in sports. You dad is a great dancer and athlete, as is your mom, so I’m sure you’ll be tearing up the field, court, or stage in no time. You’ll have cameras around you all the time and I’ll always be happy to take you on an adventure to take photographs. Photography has been and still is a huge part of our family, which means your life will be well documented. Also, the moment you can hold a camera, be assured that there will be plenty for you to try shooting with. You may go through a fat stage. It’s okay, we all went through it. It doesn’t help that our family really loves to eat together and makes amazing food. But most importantly, you will be loved and surrounded by love every moment of your life. You mom and dad are one of the most inspiring and beautiful couples I know and they are the perfect people to start a family. They will raise you well and love you in a way that goes above and beyond anything your mind can imagine. Your Grandma Meg, Uncle Matt, and I could not be more excited to have you and we will love you forever. Welcome, little Nolan, welcome to the family.
Love,
Auntie Cher
Saturday, October 1
One Month Into the Adventure
Amazingly, I’m one month into this crazy adventure. It’s been a month since I left my internship at the Pillow and shoved all my stuff into the back of a moving van to begin a new chapter of my life. It’s sounds so cliche and yet, it is what it is. Kirin and I spent five hours driving a ten-foot moving truck from Boston to Brooklyn. (Clarification: Kirin drove while I navigated and fed her Cheez-Its.) The Universe managed to have a few laughs at our expense. Somehow, we managed to drive away from my old apartment without closing the back of the truck. Luckily, we figured it out right before we hopped on the I-93. (RIP Prescott Rodeo Mug and a few shirts.) Later, we learned that trucks are not allowed on “parkways” and can be fined $500. (Oops. But fear not, we learned before we were caught and had to pay a fine.) But, to pat us on the back for making it to New York, the Universe gave us the gift of Jay-Z and Alicia Key’s “Empire State of Mind” just as we were driving past the “Welcome to New York City” sign. Then, we carried all of our belongings up to our fourth floor walk-up. It took six hours.
From that initial day on September 1st, it’s been a whirlwind. Kirin and I have gone on expeditions to Ikea (never again), Target (but only if we can also go to DSW), the Brooklyn Flea (again when we have more money), and various other places to furnish our apartment. We’ve named it the Hearth and it’s a heavenly little home in Crown Heights. There’s a fire escape, which is perfect to sit on with a cup of tea and a book. We have roof access and can see a little of the Manhattan skyline. But most importantly, it’s a lovely place Kirin and I have made into a home where we can relax at the end of a long day, cook Saturday morning brunch, and invite our friends over to hang out.
My first priority when I got to the city was to find some form of income. I’ve been really lucky to get a job at a new restaurant in my neighborhood. Much thanks to Michael, for passing on the information. The restaurant, which will be opening next week, will have wood-fired pizzas, appetizers, salads, homemade tiramisu, and eventually, delicious drinks. I was hired as a hostess, but now I’ll be a server, which is what I had originally hoped to be. The staff is all cool, creative, and hip, which is a recurring Brooklyn theme. I’m definitely excited for the restaurant to open and to get started.
As far as becoming a freelance dancer and photographer, it’s slow going but it’s definitely going somewhere. As far as dance goes, I’ve been taking classes at Dance New Amsterdam and have gone on a few auditions. I just found out I got the marketing internship at Dance New Amsterdam, which I am so excited for. I’m hoping I’ll get to learn even more about marketing for an arts organization to add to the knowledge I gained at the Pillow. I hope I’ll also be able to use my photography skills to help. Though the internship is unpaid, I get free dance classes, which is perfect for me. With free dance classes, I won’t have any excuse not to try new classes and even take some ballet.
With photography, I feel like I have a huge amount of support from Christopher Duggan, who was my mentor at the Pillow. He’s the Pillow photographer and if I haven’t already forced you to check out his work, you should do yourself a favor and look at his blog. He brought together a group of New York dance photographers, including Jordan Matter, Matt Murphy, Paula Lobo, Sofia Negron, Whitney Browne, and Jennifer Jones, this past week to meet and have some shop talk. For me, it was a bit surreal to meet dance photographers who I consider to be the best in the business and whose work inspires me. Everyone shared how they got into dance photography and what they were currently working on. As a new photographer to the city, it was really interesting to hear everyone’s different perspectives. I can’t wait to meet with everyone again to hear how different projects are going. Hopefully, next time, I’ll be able to share about my own projects.
October is already off to a crazy start and next week is going to be busy. I’m starting my internship at Dance New Amsterdam, the restaurant will open, and I’m shooting headshots for the founders of Grind, where some of my photography is up in the gallery. Not to mention I need to respond to a bunch of emails.
I’m so happy that things are slowly coming together. A part of me is jumping for joy that following my dreams has not led me to complete failure. So, for all the dreamers out there, keep dreaming and do yourself a favor by following those dreams. If you’ve got the will and the gumption to make it happen, things will be alright. I can’t say all your dreams will come true because I’m still working on my own dreams, but it feels so good to know that I’m working towards a life that I am passionate about. Every morning, I wake up, and I am excited for the adventure I’m on. And that, dear friends, is something I am proud of.
Friday, September 30
the architectural work of brandon pass
Hand drawing is something of a lost art form within the profession practice of architecture. Digital renderings are considered the status quo today, so it’s hard to believe that less than a handful of years ago, construction document were the product of thousands of hours of physical manpower. The average office was filled with architects hunched over drafting tables, surrounded by stacks of ashtrays, coffee cups, and layers upon layers of Mylar and trace paper. The buzz of electric erasers hummed constantly, as architects frantically corrected and redrew details mere hours before they were due.
The visual details caught me off-guard. For a second, I was nine years old and back in my Dad’s old office. For just a moment, I was the little girl sitting at his extra drafting table working on a model of Mission San Buenaventura for a 4th grade California mission project. Take away the ashtrays and substitute stacks of books on photography, architecture, and sports, and you’ve got my Dad’s old office. Walls lined with photographs of soccer teams that claim silly names like “The Peach Panthers” or “The Teal Dolphins.” A framed letter signed by someone from the Dodgers office about the Dusty Baker fly ball my dad caught at a game. The coffee maker that sputtered and always sounded like it was making the last mug of coffee it could muster.
Dad, I miss you.
(via architizer)
