Life is a Movie Starring You
Living in NYC often feels like living in a constant indie movie where the director never yells “cut.” Maybe its because some mornings while staggering towards coffee, one will spy Andrew McCarthey jaywalking through traffic on 5th ave with a toddler in his arms, or because the streets are often lined with makeup trailers and officious production assistants in swanky headsets trying to bully pedestrians into crossing to the other side of the street. These days though, my neighborhood feels much more organically cinematic. Like, I just love the way the 70-year-old Chinese relic Jade Mountain has a neon sign that makes that buzz buzz buzz sound under the broken OUN part, making my evening walks feel Oh so noir-y and ready for my close-up. I dunno. I guess these days I’m just into noticing the small stuff.