I love my grandma...

class

Escape.

Sometimes my words just get away from me and I can never chase them down...again. (for martha)

Listen..

moment of silence.

I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long..

When we were Free No.4...

20s

10s

The Reveal.

Despair.

beauty.

Silence

20 minutes.

sunday..

a moment before.

When we were Free No.3...

and the world never stopped spinning.

20 minute exercise.

Draft 1. I am Vertical.

When We Were Free No.2...

And we were never so high again.

When We Were Free...

Death in the Afternoon..

After a late night out..

It's dark

and hell is hot.

Interview..

If anyone cares, I've been interviewed as my alter ego on my friend stylegourmand's blog. check it out. http://stylegourmand.blogspot.com/2009/02/talking-art-and-fashion-with-ray-chang.html

Midnight 2

Midnight Serenade..

I think sometimes she forgets who she is. And loses herself in a sweeping tide of the city. I would correct her, but I don't think she wants to listen.

Happy Valentine's Day..

Love yourself instead.

We were so young and foolish..

They don't love you like i love you...

A boy and his dog..

Very classically american. and classically sweet..

Goals

Next..

Goals are just dreams you put down on paper.

"O"

Vegas

Ice Storm

Okay

Tomorrow

happy holidays

Memories in a cage..

the flood

fairy tales.

wading through the past..

the wistful hero..

There's something so beautiful about an aging man going for one last shot of glory. the wistful hero. i love it the scene at 4:14 ish..

late night..

rewatching "let's get lost" and can't get over how beautiful this movie is. and how perfect his voice is... seeing this, in terms of beauty, this is the definitive documentary and truly is bruce weber's love letter to chet.

Nessun Dorma.

Keep the Pace

and happiness must be what it feels like to be immortal...

November

My November Guest
by: Robert Frost

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Ashore.

I think i may have lost you between your afternoon teardrops
umbrellas bursting open, you move into the blindspot.

i didn't say goodbye, it's better to fade away
bandaids off a wound, a midnight serenade.

memories lose their taste at an alarming speed
and once crowded tables now forever empty.

words that grow stale, hang in the air.
freedom is achieved when you stop to care.

we'll clasp our hands under the painted moon.
and we'll lie to each other they'll never be another you.

everything we built turns to ether
sand castles in the wind blown to the air.

and when the thought of you washes ashore
i will cherish your memory before it walks out the door.

a fine picture..

from jessica michibata's blog. invokes a feeling of freedom on a nice day doesn't it?

Chanel Mobile Art

i went to the chanel mobile art exhibit today in central park. it was like an adult disney land ride. you had a mp3 player that guided you through the exhibit telling you what to look at and when to move. it was quite amusing. i kept looking at my friend martha who was 3 seconds ahead of me so i could get a head start. most of the work was pretty standard fare. sex, materialism etc all tied into chanel, which i found slightly obnoxious. i really enjoyed Le Trottoir by Argentinian artist Leandro Erlich. it was so pretty, seeing the reflections of a paris street through a puddle on the ground. i wish we could've stayed longer on that exhibit but alas, jeanne moreau told us to move.

*on another note, all the people working there were wearing chanel clothes made for the exhibit, and i asked one of them if they got to keep the jackets/sweaters. they said no, of course not. um, what the hell is chanel going to do with them? they can't give these poor guys a nylon jacket?

**"There they are again, the old familiar constellations that remind everyone of childhood, because it was only as a child that one gazed at them so raptly. They are everywhere. There you are, so remote from your childhood, and yet you meet it again. That's how small the world is.
And if you think some of it is foreign, you've mistaken. Everywhere is home. The Great Bear is a little nearer, that's all."- Joseph Roth from The White Cities, Reports from France 1925-39

Callas.

the look on her face before she starts to sing is heartbreaking. it's an emotion that says so much to me, it's everything all at once, love, peace, despair..and then when she sings.. everything is understood.

nice..

let's get lost..

unfinished..

last night i dreamt i forgot you
and friends became strangers you just spoke to
books were just words typed to impressed the paper
and songs became sounds lost into my ears.

i sat down next to you but i was really sitting alone.
you were like a story i heard a long time ago
i drew a picture in the air to place your features
time passes but the pain doesn't get any easier

and when it's lost cant it really be found
try to swim back to you and i start to drown
write a letter to you and the words come out all wrong
and the days that were short become so very long.

happy birthday..

Old School

on one of my last days in SF with my friend Meredith behind the camera. it was one of the funnest days of my life, doing all the touristey stuff i never did when i lived there..

before sunrise

Because it's things that we've all had on our minds. and because we can all imagine this probably happening. and because i kind of love julie delpy.

goodbye mr. newman..

Eternal Sunshine.

I always wanted to go here. I think its montauk. i love the way it looks. the colors. and the silence of it. My friend and i always joke that we should just skip work one day and just take the train there.

a bande aparte

I love this scene from Band of Outsiders. I really like the 'remake' of it in the Dreamers as well. I love Anna Karena in this movie. She's so beautiful and fresh. and Eva Green and Louis Garrel are super in the Dreamers..and it looks super fun to run through the louvre..

Un Homme et Une Fille

A simple yet complex love story. What i love best is the way it's filmed. it's so pretty, a beautiful washed out film and at times looks like a home movie (in a good way) and it has anouck aimee in it. wow.

Happy Together

Probably one of the most honest love stories i've ever seen. truthful, romantic and heartbreaking. Cinematography by christopher doyle really makes this movie even more beautiful. music tugs at your soul and just wonderful performances. 4:55 into this clip is one of my favorite scenes in movies. made me and my friend samson decide argentina is the place to be for chinese people.



bonus: this is where i want to live. in the movie millenium mambo. this movie seemed so real to me, but this town in japan.Yubari. where it looks so cold, but has a street with old movie posters. wow.

Isn't Life Strange?

Isn't life strange?
we walk in the dark
sarah and julie look up in the park
( fallin oooohhh)
jessica cries
she's got nothing to add
i sit beside her, but nobody's there
spin me round..
i'm fallin
spin me round..
i'm fallin

isn't life strange?
you end up alone
i call my folks,
but there's nobody home
spin me round..
i'm fallin
spin me round..
i'm fallin

8 1/2

This movie strangely resonated with me, as if part of it reflected my own fears and shortcomings.

Cinema Paradiso

I'll be posting my favorite clips from movies..
the first one is from Cinema Paradiso... a love affair not only with a woman, but the love of love. a more innocent time as well.
the ending montage really drives the story home.

some brief respite

in a world that i'm not quite familiar with but read about.

It's Pretty..

"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together"

Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowly suddenly pressing Brett against me.

"Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"

-Ernest Hemingway.