Okay, I've rethought some things. My website will have some artwork, and new films and stuff, but not be my main venting area like this blog is. Couldn't leave lol.. so I'm back here :)
But definitely check out andrea-chen.com when you can.

"I remember back when I was in high school I used to feel things so strongly, about people who I cared about, what I wanted to do.

I still like certain people, and know generally what I want to do with myself, but I've been let down before.

It's funny how the absence of something or someone makes you realize how much you care."

"Since graduation, I've been auditioning (auditioned for Hangover 2, and guest roles on a TBS and CBS show). "The Bridge" just won "Best Film" and "Best Directing" at International First Film Festival in China, trailer here: http://www.vimeo.com/1242945

I've been freelancing design for companies like Keanan Duffty, and the National Black Theatre Co. but am still looking for full-time work.
My parents have been supportive but a little anxious. My brother just got a great investment banking job and hasn't even graduated Oxford yet. My sister's about to apply for college soon."

when you're cold

"fighting or begging, life hurts your knees" -the black kids

I'm happy right now. Everything might just be alright in the world.
On the subway, felt so peaceful on the walk over; something fitting.

You know what my last blog post reminded me of just now?
In one of my favorite books, "The History of Love" by Nicole Krauss,

"2. WHAT I AM NOT
My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. "THIS IS NOT A CHAIR," I'd say. Bird would point to the table. "THIS IS NOT A TABLE." "THIS IS NOT A WALL," I'd say. "THAT IS NOT A CEILING." We'd go on like that. "IT IS NOT RAINING OUT." "MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!" Bird would yell. I'd point to my elbow. "THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE." Bird would lift his knee. "THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!" "THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!" "NOT A CUP!" "NOT A SPOON!" "NOT DIRTY DISHES!" We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: "I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!" "But you're only seven," I said."

New lomographic photos...

I would like to apologize to the future me, and potential readers, for this post in advance.
Life is painful, but lately I've been comparing post-graduate life to getting your teeth pulled.
It's easier to curl into one's own shell and be distant and petty and self-focused. I believe people are like that by nature, and fight to be better their whole lives.
People I love, I cannot ask you to be better to me. That will only show my need for you, and that's not what you need- it will only push you farther away. So until you realize it yourself, I'll just take it in stride.

SOMEDAY, MR. FRED, YOU TAKE THIS BOOK,
TURN IT INTO A NOVEL. EVERYTHING IS THERE. JUST FILL IN THE DETAILS.

WOULD BE GOOD FOR SOME LAUGHS.

NO. NO, I DON'T THINK SO.
THIS IS A BOOK WOULD BREAK THE HEART.
"MR. FITZSIMMONS-- POWDER ROOM, $50.
"LESS $18--REPAIR ONE BLACK SATIN DRESS.
CAT FOOD, 27 CENTS."

SALLY, DARLING, PLEASE STOP. YOU'RE MAKING ME BLUSH.
BUT YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT JACK FITZSIMMONS. HE'S AN ABSOLUTE RAT.
BUT I GUESS, OF COURSE, I DON'T KNOW ANYBODY BUT RATS.

EXCEPT, OF COURSE, FRED HERE.
YOU DO THINK FRED IS NICE, DON'T YOU?

FOR YOU... I HOPE HE IS.

chaaanges

I was standing, drinking coffee for breakfast, in the spot where my dad and I took my graduation photo earlier this year, and saw this ad. Right under the Madison Square Garden sign.

throwback to 2004

redoing my portfolio i came a lot of old, still applicable images. enjoy