Monday's blizzard was supposed to be an historic event, according to New York City's Mayor De Blasio. While the snowfall didn't set any records, there was quite a bit of wintry weather through the evening. With a travel ban issued across the city, the streets were mostly free of cars, so I set out with my Fuji X100 (in a ziplock bag) to explore the neighborhood.
A year ago, I was the Airealistic Project Manager for Theatre For A New Audience's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, directed by Julie Taymor. We opened the Polonsky Shakespeare Center with this visually stunning production, and Airealistic was responsible for all of the flying and rigging in the show. The production was a great success, and Julie filmed the show during the final week of the run, and now the film will make it's debut at the Toronto International Film Festival. I'm not sure how well it will transfer to the screen, although the trailer is fantastic, so it should at least hold up visually.
Stephen Colbert takes on Nestle and features our performance at the Resource Water launch. Personally, I like that he takes Nestle to task, but still showcases our work. I can't embed the video here, but you can check it out by following this link: http://on.cc.com/O4E2d4
Here's a look behind the scenes of how we put together the performance for the launch of Resource Water.
We just finished a run of Breaking Surface in the East Village at Theatre for the New City. I've been consulting and working on the production as the Stage Manager as well as creating a lot of images and putting together the trailer for the show.
I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again: and by and by
Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. Music do I hear?
MusicHa, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
So is it in the music of men's lives.
And here have I the daintiness of ear
To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string;
But for the concord of my state and time
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.
This music mads me; let it sound no more;
For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
Broadway.com came into rehearsal to interview Woody, Frankie, and the cast. Check out this video to hear what they had to say about Bullet for Adolf.
In August, I shot my second cover for the New York Observer's Commercial Observer
CBS talks to Woody Harrelson about directing Bullet For Adolf:
Last night, Emily and I celebrated the opening of Bullet for Adolf. After months of work, including pre-production, several weeks of rehearsal and three weeks of previews, the show was ready to open. It was a fantastic night, with a responsive audience, and we had a great time at the party.
Gregory Costanzo has been documenting our rehearsals over the past few weeks. He's a photographer who really knows how to capture the moment, shooting primarily on film, and it's been great to have him in rehearsal. New York Magazine ran a spread with a few of his photos last week, but you can see all of his shots by following the link below:
Today is the first day of rehearsal for Woody Harrelson's play, Bullet For Adolf, which will run Off-Broadway this summer at New World Stages. I'm the Associate Director after working as the Assistant Director for the premiere of the play in Toronto last year. I'm looking forward to the read-through this afternoon, and I'm really looking forward to starting rehearsals. Woody certainly knows comedy and I learned a lot from him last year about how to craft a great joke.
For more information on the show, check out the website for the show: www.bulletforadolf.com