Which exotic locale is this puffy-eyed, underslept vision in green off to? My plane neighbour was an 11-year-old Korean girl — part of a tour group visiting top U.S. universities — and she was as excited at the prospect of her first visit to this particular world city as she was thrilled by the thought of doing extension programmes at its resident Ivy institution. Guessing yet? Oh here, I’ll just tell you.
You could say I’ve come to take my bite of the Big Apple, to work out my insomnia in the City that Never Sleeps, to capitalise on my assets in the Capitol of the World, to step out of the shadows in Gotham, to make a name for myself in the City So Nice They Named It Twice. To prick my ego in the Greatest City On Earth, and to extend my reign in the Empire City. I’ve arrived where Chip Lambert doesn’t work at the Wall Street Journal, where Lily Bart kills herself with chloral hydrate, and where Holly Golightly breakfasts at a certain jewelry store. I’ve been here just over a week now, and so far I’ve settled in to a new agency, learned the subway (and the infinite merits of Hopstop.com), and repeatedly patronised the best falafel cart in town (which I’m happy to report is run by a friendly Egyptian on 8th Ave. between 15th and 16th Sts. He’s putting his daughter through NYU with the proceeds of his delicious, homemade falafel and soups). This is the ubiquitous self-taken Times Square shot:
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Also worthy of note: This guy, in the subway station — breakdancing with four other dudes in a routine they perform in a constant 15-minute loop.
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Look at him go.
Lastly, bulldogs. Seen in SoHo.
More updates to come — life is busy here, as it’s the run-up to show week, so excuse me if I’m occasionally short on words and long on snapshots.
7 responses so far ↓
Shelley // January 28, 2008 at 6:19 am
Good luck with castings in NY! Going to Douglas Perrett? Hope to see you on his blog!
I see you have a thread on the fashion spot now! Wow they’re fast!
sanman007 // January 28, 2008 at 11:39 am
Hi I’m fascinated by people who travel the world looking for new and creative ideas. You seem to be one of those, so keep pressing on because you never know what’s around the next corner. Ciao
Peter // January 29, 2008 at 8:37 am
Hey Jenna! Love to see you’ve got a new post up! You look so beautiful in the airplane photo. Love you,
P
photojenna // January 30, 2008 at 5:21 am
Duuuuude I would love to meet Douglas Perrett. COACD is like crack for me. So many pretty people. I was talking with another model at a casting the other day, and she told me how dorkily excited she was when, on her umpteenth visit to MILK studios, that big casting/production place, she actually found her polaroid on their immense and daunting Wall-O-Modelrama. The ultimate validation. I haven’t yet had my MILK moment, but, you know. At least I’ve got a Fashion Spot, right?
photojenna // January 30, 2008 at 5:23 am
Oh I forgot! I met Nolé Marin! Almost as good.
Kate Whalan // January 31, 2008 at 8:50 pm
Wow, I love your blog Jenna. I read it all the time hehe. Your photos are amazing.
What was Nole like? :) Take care.
photojenna // February 4, 2008 at 4:06 am
Thanks, Kate! Nolé was very nice. He has a soft, pudgy handshake and he said my walk was “gorgeous.” He was casting a show by a designer who wasn’t personally to my taste — very ostentatious, nouveau-riche, lots of furs and animalparts. Lackeys were cataloguing the collection in order to write descriptions for the run-of-show, and most of the time this meant about five people around the room chiming in about whether the rust-colored bell-bottoms would go down as “Bordeaux palazzo pants” or just “Red Pant.” And whether the shearling would be called “Mouton” or not. Likewise rabbit became “Lapin” — pronounced La-PEN. Nolé was a vision of calm in a somewhat frantic den of activity.
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