I was born in the summertime. My ancestors lived in warm weather nearly year round. This leads me to believe that I am not built for cold weather. However, being born and raised in New York City, I've adapted to some cold. I have learned how to layer up and prepare for most temperature ranges. That said, the winter always takes me by surprise. I always find myself saying "This winter MUST be colder than last year!" even though that's probably not at all true.
Instead of spending too much time complaining about the weather, I've decided to celebrate the beauty in the cold. With my camera in tow, I've been wandering around the snowy city (and surrounding parts) ready to capture what fills some folks with joy, but just makes me wear tights under my jeans and long-sleeve tees under my dresses.
I found I do best when the weather is cold, the winds are still, and the scene is drenched in sunlight. But I still desperately long for spring. I'd love to wear a jacket and not a coat. I would also very much enjoy not wearing double socks and being able to walk out of the house with wet hair without the fear of icicles developing at the ends of my curls.
So with baseball's spring training just around the corner, I've decided to share a set of photos dedicated to celebrating winter. I'd like to think of this as a indefinite moratorium on winter, at least until this time next year.
I went to the Farmer's Market this morning (well, actually this afternoon) which happens to be right around the corner from my house. I'm always captivated by the beautiful color combinations found in nature and today was no exception. The prunes were particularly inspiring in their dusty indigo coloring mixed with touches of a yellow mustard color, bordering on gold leaf. The vibrant pink of the flowers in the first photo also caught my eye.
This weekend, I was running a slew of errands (if you call shopping errands…) on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. As I was walking across town on 86th Street, I spotted this scene. A young girl scout and her mother were selling lemonade and lemon tarts by the stoop of their building. Needless to say, the lemon tarts were delicious.
I really enjoyed the Henri Cartier Bresson exhibit at MoMA today but it was a bit mobbed to say the least. While they showed the breadth of his work, I almost would have preferred a more focused, smaller collection.
In college, I took a black and white photography class. I have to say, it was a ton of fun. I remember developing my own film with pride (I even developed my friend's black and white headshots). I also remember the chemicals — stop, fixer, developer. Good times!
Adorama Learning Center has a run down of the supplies you would need to build your own darkroom. While I would love to have my own b&w darkroom, I don't think I have the space. I've heard stories of folks using their poorly ventilated and poorly lit bathrooms as darkrooms but I'm not sure if my boyfriend Anthony would appreciate the aroma of chemicals in our tub!
You can't write stuff like this. But if the past few days of my life were made into a sitcom episode, it would be called "The Billboard" — or if it were an episode of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" this would be called "The One When Jen Takes a Photo of a Billboard."
It all began with a harmless coffee break. My co-workers and I walked up Broadway to Crumbs for some caffeination when we saw a strange billboard. The lovey-dovey couple on the billboard coupled with the quote "you are my soulmate forever" made us wonder. Since we are media people at first we thought, "this has to be some kind of marketing/pr move!"
When we saw the website that the banner linked to, we were most definitely sure it had to be some kind of marketing scheme. The website was a 90's era (meaning: bad) site consisting of a bunch of photos of the joyous couple and quite a few karaoke recordings we'll have to imagine they did together (who records their karaoke outings…?). Continue reading ""The Billboard""