This completely passed me by... The NYAFF is on right now, which is pound for pound one of the best film festivals in New York. Click here to go check it out. Last night they screened Hard Boiled... A print, something I've never had the privilege to check out. I already grabbed my tickets to Chan Wook-Park's latest, I'm a Cyborg It's OK. Check out their programming.
Last night: left my apartment and at the end of my block stopped to help two guys with a Bolex who looked like they were having problems shooting, but weren't. I'm positive one of them was Sufjan Stevens.
2nd Avenue station in the East Village smelled like incense, which was pleasant. Outside of the station a woman was yelling homosexual slurs at full blast at people coming up the stairs. Heard odd bits of conversation on the walk to the GR Store that made my head hum. NY is especially good for collecting dialogue. Saw Michel Gondry and his painter son across the street but was late to get to GR to see Jeffrey Brown so I didn't go over.
Caught up with Cheryl who runs GRNY and does a damn good job of it, too. And then Jeffrey, who I hadn't seen since last year's San Diego comic con. Jeffrey's latest book is this:
And you can get it at the GR Store at this link. I think it's one of his best books but you have to be into cats and appreciate the smallest oddest things they do.
Then we went to Rocketship in Brooklyn with Jeffrey's friend Caroline to meet Paul Hornschemeier and our friend Jesse DeStasio. I talked to Jeffrey about the preponderance of car crashes in his comics, observed or he's a part of. I recognize this in part because I have seen so many and been in so many that I was not driving in at the time. Jeffrey says he's seen several a year in Chicago with alarming frequency. And a book he's working on now features some.
Much nerdy conversation later we split - but one of the best things we talked about was how all of our parent's met. It's sort of funny how most of the esteemed graphic novelists I know despite having carved out respect for the form are actually of course all extremely geeked out and will thrown down just as much on some French novelist as much as the X-Men or Warhammer 40k. With MOCCA in town there were a lot of people there. I ended up back in the East Village fixing someone's flip flop with the string on my hoodie and lying cozily in a hammock on a rooftop and drinking sake. And that's when my night got really good.
Jeffrey and some other amazing artists are giving out ice cream and present tonight at GRNY. Drop by.
Last night: left my apartment and at the end of my block stopped to help two guys with a Bolex who looked like they were having problems shooting, but weren't. I'm positive one of them was Sufjan Stevens.
2nd Avenue station in the East Village smelled like incense, which was pleasant. Outside of the station a woman was yelling homosexual slurs at full blast at people coming up the stairs. Heard odd bits of conversation on the walk to the GR Store that made my head hum. NY is especially good for collecting dialogue. Saw Michel Gondry and his painter son across the street but was late to get to GR to see Jeffrey Brown so I didn't go over.
Caught up with Cheryl who runs GRNY and does a damn good job of it, too. And then Jeffrey, who I hadn't seen since last year's San Diego comic con. Jeffrey's latest book is this:
And you can get it at the GR Store at this link. I think it's one of his best books but you have to be into cats and appreciate the smallest oddest things they do.
Then we went to Rocketship in Brooklyn with Jeffrey's friend Caroline to meet Paul Hornschemeier and our friend Jesse DeStasio. I talked to Jeffrey about the preponderance of car crashes in his comics, observed or he's a part of. I recognize this in part because I have seen so many and been in so many that I was not driving in at the time. Jeffrey says he's seen several a year in Chicago with alarming frequency. And a book he's working on now features some.
Much nerdy conversation later we split - but one of the best things we talked about was how all of our parent's met. It's sort of funny how most of the esteemed graphic novelists I know despite having carved out respect for the form are actually of course all extremely geeked out and will thrown down just as much on some French novelist as much as the X-Men or Warhammer 40k. With MOCCA in town there were a lot of people there. I ended up back in the East Village fixing someone's flip flop with the string on my hoodie and lying cozily in a hammock on a rooftop and drinking sake. And that's when my night got really good.
Jeffrey and some other amazing artists are giving out ice cream and present tonight at GRNY. Drop by.
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