
66 DEGREES IN NYC, IN DEC? WHAAT?

66 DEGREES IN NYC, IN DEC? WHAAT?
Since my blog is largely about New York City, I thought it was important that I write something on the seven-year anniversary of September 11th. I’m not sure what else I could share except the vivid memory of where I was at the moment it happened. New Jersey. 8th grade Social Studies. Class had just started and the principal came on the loudspeaker to announce that a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. Initially, I thought it was some sort of cruel joke – because, planes crashing into building didn’t make sense, right? Right? The teacher turned the TV on to the news and the rest of my memories of the day was just that – news. And the same haunting images flashing on the screen for the next couple days. And the people falling. I remember crying that night while sitting with my dad.
Anyway, I’m running late for class and don’t have time to proofread what I just spewed onto the (web)page, agh. Where were you on that morning?
Max and I spent the past couple days venturing through the various NYC boroughs and exploring their tourist attractions (though in a laid-back, New Yorker way, of course). Among our sightseeing activities: we roamed South Street Seaport, walked both ways across the Brooklyn Bridge, sat by the East River at the Williamsburg Reclamation Site, rode the Staten Island Ferry, drank coffee in Battery Park, and ate Nathan’s hot dogs at Coney Island. So if that list doesn’t justify my lack of recent posts, I don’t know what will – except maybe the fact that I didn’t want to see my photo project bumped down from the top two posts?
And now for a series of touristy pictures, courtesy of Max and his iPhone:
As I was typing this post, I realized that the majority of these locations offer amazing views of Manhattan. That is, they’re known for their phenomenal panoramic views of the NYC expanse. I absolutely love the views because they provide a slightly-outside-of-NYC perspective through which I can appreciate both the huge size of the population and the small sized of the actual island. Maybe that’s why some of these places are so popular? What does it mean to overlook/watch the city and its bright lights and skyscrapers from a distance?
Before you quietly start singing LCD Soundsystem to yourself (“New York, I love you, but you’re bringing me downn”), here’s a little disclaimer: this blog post has nothing to do with that song, nor does it have anything to do with the ridiculous reality TV show called “I Love New York.” Rather, I’m talking about the upcoming (early 2009) New York, I Love You film. From the producers of last year’s Paris, je’taime, this new movie has the same structure and theme – it is another anthology of short films about romance and love. Instead of being set in eighteen of Paris’s arrondissements/districts, however, the narratives will take place in New York City’s five boroughs.
I remember how excited I had been to see Paris, je’taime at the very beginning of last summer. And though not all eighteen short films were amazing, there were several phenomenal stories and actors. I actually walked past Rufus Sewell on Broadway and Prince St. about a month ago. He was featured in Wes Craven’s short in Paris, je’taime about an engaged couple that visits Oscar Wilde’s grave. The character’s fiancé struggles with his lacking sense of humor and nonexistent spontaneity. Oh, but then Oscar Wilde’s ghost gives him some advice.
Natalie Portman, who played a young actress with a blind boyfriend in Paris, je’taime, plays a Hasidic woman named Rifka in New York, I Love You. This time around, she has also taken on a much bigger role as actor/writer/director/producer. Apparently, this movie will mark both her and Scarlett Johansson’s debut as directors. That’s pretty respectable and badass, ladies.
Other actors to get excited about include James Caan, Kevin Bacon, Orlando Bloom, Hayden Christensen, Ethan Hawke, Shia LeBeouf, Rachel Bilson, and Christina Ricci. According to the Wikipedia entry, Blake Lively is also supposed to make an appearance as the mysterious character called, “a girlfriend.” Seems like a primarily young cast. I’ve always considered NYC to be a place for young people (then again, my opinion is definitely shaped by the fact that my city life consists of college students during the school year and hip young Williamsburg residents in the summer).
Either way, I’d say New York, I Love You has me even more starry-eyed in anticipation than Paris, je’taime did last year. Maybe because the stories are set so close to home, in and about the places I frequent, in the city I love the most. It’s New York City romanticism, squared.
Here’s the memorable Paris, je’taime short starring Natalie Portman – y’know, to get you feeling a bit romantic yourself:
Josh brought this ridiculous Craigslist rant/rave to my attention today because this picture of us was, for reasons entirely unknown, displayed as a random example of “modern day hipsters.” My understanding of the word “hipster” itself is so fuzzy and vague that my opinion of the whole concept is that I may or may not hang out with hipsters and that I may or may not be one myself. I have very little investment in the idea, so it baffles me how some people (like the person who posted our picture) can ardently define hipsters as the new social order against whom everyone else is simply a Douchebag, while others can insist that hipsters are the evil spawn of the Ray-Ban-wearing, Parliament-smoking, tattoo-covered Devil.
My favorite (and least comprehensible) sentence of the entire Craigslist post?
“In a sense, the hipsters have won as they have successfully ‘hipsterized’ modern day sensibilities.”
Well you know me – leading the modern day battle of sensibilities with my unbeatable hipsterizing skillz.

Apparently I have a hipster...face?