Here is the link to the short masterpiece that Gench and I successfully (somewhat) completed. It tells the story of a student who needs to take a dump, but once he runs into the bathroom, cannot because there is another student there. Student 1 does not want to go while student 2 is there because he knows his pooping while be loud, grueling, and above all smelly. Student 1 waits, in the stall, for student 2 to leave so that he can proceed.
Hope you enjoy!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Going to the museum of the moving image was a blast. I enjoyed walking through and observing the exhibitions that they had. On top of that, the tour guide was helpful and informative. In the very beginning we looked at a couple old school ways of filmmaking. We learned how films were made back then, and how the process of taking numerous stills in quick succession was needed. One of the very enjoyable attractions was taking your own stills and making a short little flip book that caught what you did in front of the camera. My friends Steve, Chmaj, and I decided to test out this fun gizmo. We walked in front of the camera and set ourselves up accordingly. The tour guide pressed some fancy button and a countdown of five seconds began. As it reached zero, we were being photographed extremely fast. To have fun with it we decided to attempt the French can-can. Unfortunately, we were not prepared and heavily uncoordinated. The result though, was hilarious. We went home with a fun, memorable, flip book of the attempted can-can.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
This is a picture of people from our class taking a picture for this exact assignment. It represents students doing what they need to do for class.
Students are fast moving to get out of the subway and to get to class. Life in NYC, and at Hunter, is fast-paced.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
To be honest I don’t know what being considered an artist entails, but nevertheless I still like to consider myself one. I like to write, which is what I believe to be my only artistic ability. I like to write about anything that rattles my mind in an unusual way. Writing let’s me get my feelings and emotions out on paper, in the manner that they can be hidden inside of a story, portrayed by a fictional character. My parents were born in Serbia, but moved to France at an early age. I was born in France but moved to Miami, Florida, when I was 6 years old. Growing up bombarded by highly different and highly contagious cultures molded me into the person that I am today. It allowed, and still allows, me to visualize the world in various ways, making me accessible to different interpretations of life. The first film I can remember watching was Jurassic Park, and I was about 7 years old and it was on VHS. That VHS has since then turned into a DVD and then again into Blu-Ray, but the writing itself will never change. I can honestly say it is the one thing that made me want to become a writer. The fact that the story was made up, and that I could, on my own, make up absolutely anything that I wanted by coming up with my own story did nothing but fascinate me enough to still, to this day, want to pursue a career in that direction. To me Steven Spielberg, J.J Abrams, Christopher Nolan, Paul Thomas Anderson, and Danny Boyle are not filmmakers, but storytellers, who make their movies seem so realistic that they make us forget that we’re not watching something real unraveling before our eyes. They make us forget our everyday lives and make us remember that this world can, and still does, hold amazing people, places, and things. Hopefully, one day, I can influence someone with my stories as much as they have influenced me. Hopefully one day I can be a successful, according to my standards, storyteller.