My life is complete now.
So, yeah. My apartment was totally featured in The New York Times. And I feel a little bit awesome because of it. Mostly because what with me being Mr. Martha Stewart Homebody, having my home featured in the Home & Garden section of the New York Times is kind of a super fantastic dream come true. I was really afraid to blog about the whole article and the interview because I was afraid of jinxing it (the reporter said that nothing was definite).
A few weeks ago, I was sitting around in my living room one night with my roommate Kate. She was going through e-mails and casually mentioned one that was sent to all Pratt students concerning an article about student living spaces that the New York Times was putting together. My ears perked up and I knew that our apartment was perfect for the article. I wasted absolutely no time in responding to the e-mail with several photographs of the living room and my bedroom.
I got a response very quickly from somebody at Pratt who told me that the apartment was exactly what they were looking for and they were wondering if I could send any more pictures. Even though nothing was totally written in stone yet, this was still enough to make me ridiculously excited. Even more so when I got another e-mail from a reporter from The New York Times telling me that she was interested in interviewing me about the article. I gave her my phone number and she called me to set up a date for the interview.
I had no idea what to do in order to prepare for the interview. I wrote down a list of responses to questions the reporter might ask. I wanted to be a good host (I also wanted to impress the reporter), so I bought water bottles and arranged a plate of gourmet cookies on the coffee table for her to snack on in case she was hungry. For the remainder of the time before she arrived, I paced back and forth throughout the apartment, making sure everything was totally perfect, and ran over to the window every so often to see if she was coming. When she eventually did come, I welcomed her in, gave her a tour of the entire apartment and we sat down in the living room to chat about it. I didn't really know what to expect, but the interview went pretty smoothly. The questions were pretty basic and brief (how much was this item? where did you buy that?) and then we were done. The photographer came about a week later.
All in all, it was a pretty breezy experience. So breezy that it still didn't even feel real when I searched the New York Times website on Wednesday night to find a story with a picture of myself on it. Crazy.
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In the backyard
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Maybe I should buy a sports car.
I haven't written in a really long time. Or taken pictures. Or done anything remotely creative. I wouldn't exactly say I'm in a rut, because I don't necessarily feel bored. It's just that most of my attention has been focused elsewhere.... I guess it's kind of untrue when I say that I haven't written in a really long time. I have been writing, just not on this blog. The writing I have been doing has been confined to my actual paper-and-pen non-electronic journal. It's kind of a good thing, too, because I don't think I want anybody to ever read the sort of things I write when I'm so stressed out of my mind that I can hardly handle simple things, like breathing or eating. It's really not a good thing when you've become so emo that you feel like Holden Caulfield and are strangely drawn to Avril Lavigne music.
I attribute a majority of the stress I've been experiencing to the fact that I seem to have been having some kind of freaky, early-onset midlife crisis. Flipping through the pages of my journal, one can see that most of the entries are incredibly tragic and egocentric rants about how "I don't know what I want anymore" and how "the past is like a lollipop, hidden inside of a topless glass jar." Seriously, I am not right in the head when I write this shit.
A little bit of explanation: I've recently started a new semester at the third college I've attended in three years. When I first started school at Pratt two years ago, I thought I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to go to college for four years, graduate, and immediately start a career as a fabulous and ridiculously successful famous fashion photographer. Now, I'm not so sure.
I can't tell if this is because I'm growing older and am becoming simultaneously more realistic and more interested in other things.... or if I just have massive commitment issues. I'd like to think it's the former. Right now, I'm studying at FIT and, while all of the classes and teachers are totally fine in terms of quality, I keep getting this feeling that this is not what I want to be doing. At all. I do want to be a photographer..... but I'm not sure if that's the only thing that I want to do. The problem with many art schools is that really, when it comes down to it, they're basically like trade schools. They teach you to be the best at one thing. I think that my problem with this is that I want to feel like I'm learning rather than feel like I'm being trained. I want to be able to hold up a conversation about something other than f-stops and correct white balance. Mostly, though, I want to have options. I don't want to be pigeon-holed into a specific career or lifestyle. I suppose that, in a sense, knowing what I don't want means that I know what I do want, but I'm still more confused than ever.
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Femme Fatale
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Sour Patch Kids
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