This week I’ve been healing up a new tattoo (pics coming soon), surviving agonizingly slow work days, and eating Lucky Charms. It’s been a minute since my last Digs session, so here’s some of the media I’ve been into lately.
Film: Only Lovers Left Alive. It took a few days for my love of this movie to sink in, but it’s just so damn cool. Probably to the point of pretentiousness for some. It was slow and Jarmusch-y, wonderfully acted, and beautifully shot and scored. This scene in particular is a favorite of mine.
Book: Americanah – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. It felt great to dive into a novel again. Americanah is refreshing and accessible. Observant and thoughtful, but not depressingly heavy. I really enjoyed it.
Oh hey there, readers. Been a minute, huh? I guess you’re possibly wondering what I’ve been up to.
Well, mostly good things. No. All good things. Just some more difficult than others.
I’ve been Summer-ing. Grilling out with friends. Going to the beach. Eating ice cream and hot dogs. Seeing movies at the drive-in. (All accompanied by my new camera. I did end up going with the Fuji x100s that I reviewed previously. I love it.)
This weekend Craig and I escaped to New York City. One of his films premiered at the Columbia Film Festival on Friday. We’ve got friends aplenty in town, so we bounced around from Queens to Brooklyn and all over Manhattan.
Highlights from the trip:
Delicious Tapas at Kashkaval.
MCA Day in Brooklyn.
Brunching at The General Greene.
Backyard BBQ in Bed Stuy.
Nuts for Nuts!
Staying at the Waldorf Astoria.
Fancy anniversary dinner at The Water Club.
Hitting Frappy Hour at Starbucks three days in a row.
And of course, spending time with friends old and new.
I was knocked flat by a case of Strep Throat for the past week. I was barely functioning and feverish most of the time. Today is the first day I feel good. Not 100%, but good.
I celebrated a full and happy year with this guy yesterday. And by celebrated I mean watched Dune on separate couches because he hasn’t gotten sick yet and I want to keep it that way. We’re taking a trip to NYC this weekend, though (another reason he cannot get sick) and that’s where the real celebrating will commence.
Last week, one of the screenwriters of Aronofsky’s Noah, Ari Handel, gave an interview, with some illuminating statements about race in film:
“From the beginning, we were concerned about casting, the issue of race. What we realized is that this story is functioning at the level of myth, and as a mythical story, the race of the individuals doesn’t matter. They’re supposed to be stand-ins for all people. Either you end up with a Bennetton ad or the crew of the Starship Enterprise… You either try to put everything in there, which just calls attention to it, or you just say, ‘Let’s make that not a factor, because we’re trying to deal with everyman.’” (emphasis mine)