Pico de Orizaba
You can’t imagine what it feels like to have lost something so important in such a moronic way. The glass surrounding the beast captivate…
BALLADS: Makings of an album cover art
itting hunched over my notebook as the teacher droned on about history, or trigonometry, or cheese, I felt a tap on my shoulder from my f…
Falling from Grace: filming a pilot
Yesterday we finished filming the pilot of a new web series “Falling From Grace”. It all began in February. A friend of mine, who I’d wor…
Dog Sees God: the makings of a student play
“Ooh I feel so good, like I knew that I would! Ooh, I, feel, so, good!” The chant rang through our ears, out of our mouths and bounced in…
LIMBO: the Shooting Day
As an amateur (or rather, completely-and-totally-green-novice) filmmaker, the shooting day both terrified and excited me. I could barely …
Yes, I can!
After recounting all the horrific events that took place on the first day of the Cooper summer drawing program, I am very relieved and ex…
Exhibition Day: when it all comes together
(This is a conclusion to the story that began in Part 1 and Part 2) Alright! So it finally happened. The day we’ve all been waiting for, …
Whose EGO?
It was January and snow was falling in heaps. I was sitting in an abandoned playground, on a bench, resting my back against the cold and …
When you casted to play a ditzy dumb blonde
We were rising Drama 3s, and we had our whole junior year of high school ahead of us. We had been given the script of the play by Moss Hart and Geo…
