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A MADMEN-themed Apartment Birthday!

The end of the month marks our one year anniversary living in our cozy Inner Sunset apartment, so we thought we’d throw a party before The Deep Clean. Helen wanted it to be MADMEN-themed (perfect excuse for girls to wear cute dresses and guys to show up in suits!), so we busted out the fake pearls and polka-dotted hosiery (is that even characteristic of the ’60s?). Or think Banana Republic. (Actually, I don’t know, I don’t watch TV, and I had to google image our own party theme.) I just know that I really appreciated the tie clips, tweed jackets, and newsboy caps (which probably aren’t particular to the ’60s either — but cute nonetheless). Somehow, Helen managed to find candy cigarettes and vintage posters/Madmen promo material to complete the ensemble! Carry along to the photos.

 


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Cheers to a new start!

Two weekends ago, I had such a blast being the official “unofficial photographer” for a friend’s wedding that I went ahead and bought myself a Canon 7D — a considerable upgrade from my Rebel XTi of nearly six years (and my boyfriend’s T1i). This website and blog marks the beginning of new adventures with the camera and my pledge to take a casual hobby to the next (professional) level. Cheers!

Any post prior to this one was imported over from my old blog.


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Final Photo Review.

I admit, I will miss this class. It meant so much more to me than say, the Cournot-equilibrium—I mean, please. Real life application? Photography, on the other hand, is actually a viable (though difficult) hobby that I can further pursue and refine. For those interested in VS181, Janet Delaney is…the hip Berkeley mom with a JOBAMA poster in front of her house. The humble, lovable, yet extraordinarily talented professor who prefers to be called by her first name. The typical Wurster inhabitant decked out in black—who still comes to class with a genuine smile (despite pulling half an all-nighter putting together PPT slides for us). And the students? Talented. All talented. And inspiring. And constructive.

I’ll just say, I’ve never spent so much money in one semester for…anything (studio supplies, lab fees, you name it)—yet I’ve never felt so satisfied with my work before. Within a semester, I’ve created a portfolio that I’m actually proud of for once. Architecture studio projects never did that for me because the inputs always outweighed the outputs.

Without much further ado, here are glimpses of my final photo project in book form. I’d rather not show my photos just yet—because I want to continue with the project and get some better shots before I show all of them together someday.

PREFACE

This book is not my story, nor is it my parents’. Rather, it is the story of all first generation Asian parents told in their own [unedited] words but through the perspectives of their second-generation children. Underneath the bitter sarcasm, underhanded compliments, and passive-aggressive emails, the children are still able to recognize and experience the subtlety of the first-generations’ unconditional (and often unexpected) love.

The term “fob” was once used in a derogatory way to address Asian immigrants in the United States, but since then, people—like me—have tried to repossess the term to describe someone who is culturally unique, hilarious at times (for not quite fully assimilating into the American way of life), but—in the end—still downright lovable and worthy of sharing.

My friend, Teresa Wu, and I started mymomisafob.com and mydadisafob.com in October 2008, to do just that—showcase our “fob” parents in all of their [priceless] glory. People send us submissions because they think their parents are the cutest people on the planet—not because they are embarrassed of their parents’ surface-level shortcomings. I have compiled and organized a few favorites by dates posted to help me narrate my story.

“Yellow peril” and general feelings of xenophobia have nearly vanished from the multicultural Bay Area and other parts of this country we call America. As Asian Americans, we no longer try to deny and hide our families’ cultural differences; rather, we fully embrace them and hope others can slowly understand and appreciate the shoes at the door, the questionable-looking (but exquisite) dishes, the eccentric Feng Shui beliefs—and yes, our parents’ mastery of the new Chinglish language.



joke. (crap, typo too)


I kid. The last time I ate congee for breakfast was…on the plane to Taiwan.


my book was formatted with headings + submissions on the left, images + titles & subtitles on the right.


most people had beautifully matted prints that put my project to shame…


Oh, side note, in the middle of review, policemen and firefighters busted through with a stretcher. Apparently, a poor kid fainted in the middle of his final review for ED11B. ED11B?! That’s the first [intro] design studio within the series. No one should have to be sent to the hospital on a stretcher because of studio. To all you intended or current architecture students, 72 hours of non-sleep makes you medically insane. Don’t do it. Brain-damaged students can’t design anymore. With that said, I should probably take a nap before I start/finish my 10-15 page paper due tomorrow (you can count on it being 9.5 pages before the period trick).


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Mission Accomplished.

I did it. I escaped to the city with my camera despite having a 9am exam tomorrow, a project due Thursday, and a 10-15 page paper due Friday. Okay, so I’m not as badass as I try to make myself out to be—I went with the intention to take more photos for a project, except none of the photos I actually put effort into fit the project theme. So much for going to SF with a purpose.

I must be immune to walking, loitering men, and hilly San Francisco terrain because I walked from Powell to Chinatown to North Beach to Pier 1…ALL THE WAY TO PIER 39 and back to Union Square. I know, mad props to me (kidding, it wasn’t that bad). It was even more exciting than the time Arthi and I left the Concourse in the middle of TechCrunch50 to walk to SOMA, get some cream puffs, and find the “Twitter is down” sign. Oh wait, just kidding, that time owned, because we also hit up the MOMA for the Frida Kahlo exhibit. I will admit, the holiday decorations, city lights, and clam chowder bowls are not meant to be experienced alone. I must be the biggest loser you’ve ever met—so be it. I’ve even gone to the extent of naming my camera (though its name keeps switching, because every time I meet someone with my camera’s name, I have to change names). Enough of that talk.

Why did I walk all the way to Pier 39? Because I just had to. I needed to get my chili dog, my cotton candy (except I didn’t because it was fucking $4), my chowder. I needed to revisit fond childhood memories of my family and me at the pier. The aquarium. The seashell store. The “see if you got a pearl in your clam” booth. The barrels of chocolate and taffy. The messy street vendor food and then the good shit at Bubba Gump’s. Despite not having been back there since maybe 6th grade, I still knew where the bathrooms were. Heck, I still know how to get around most of downtown San Francisco without a map. Whatever was embedded in my brain since childhood will probably stay with me forever.

On the way back, of course I passed by the Ferry Building and the Embarcadero Center, and I reminisced that giant pillow fight two years ago on Valentine’s (I think they still have it every year). I love San Francisco so much I can never imagine myself leaving the Bay, except I don’t know. I just don’t know. Heck, I’ve been contacted to work in Angola, Africa upon graduation, and my mom wants me to apply for a Taiwanese passport (which would require something like a one-year residence). There are so many greater “design centers” that I’ve never even been to—New York City, Singapore, Shanghai—I really can’t say anything about my future. I just know that I will miss San Francisco (and the greater Bay Area) dearly if I ever move someplace else. Whatever happens…


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A Dying Art?

In the beginning…there was film. And film reels and developer tanks. And chemical concoctions named “developer” and “fix” (with odors no more pleasant than curd milk). And darkrooms with anxious shadows. And light-sensitive paper and enlargers. And physical burning and dodging tools (not icons that you click on in Photoshop). AND INFINITE OPPORTUNTIES FOR ERRORS (you can’t just “Photoshop that shit” and ctrl+z, naw mean).

…then there was light. But of course there’s the inconvenient truth that you can’t make a photograph without light, so by “light” I actually mean the “end of the tunnel”, the smug satisfaction of creating something semi-worthy to be proud of after numerous trials and errors.

Okay, enough of the bull; here are my favorite shots for assignment #1, “Light and Frame”.

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Assignment #2, “Time and Space”, is due on Tuesday and I’m 3.5 rolls of film behind and desperately stuck. What are ways of abstracting time through a photograph? I’m not too keen on the stop-action or blurred motion shots and literal interpretations of traffic lights and clocks. Ideas?


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Sloppy Firsts in Film Photography

Developing film isn’t rocket science but it sure isn’t an iPhoto plug-n-chug either. In total darkness (no orange lights, no floating eye balls, no night vision goggles), I had to pry open the film cassette with a can opener, trim the film leader off without cutting myself, load the curly roll of film onto a plastic reel without jamming it, and then place the film reel securely in the tank before I could see my own hands again.

The next steps were pretty much the fluff-art equivalent of doing a dangerous chem lab experiment. The water had to be exactly 68 degrees (which was inconveniently colder than the faucet water so off to the water fountain we went), the developer/water mix had to be 1:1, I had to agitate the mix with a gentle twisty motion for 10 minutes total (time varied based on the type of film + ISO) but for 30 seconds first and then five seconds for every 30 seconds until time was up… to shorten the rest of the steps, it went something like: pour out pour in stop bath and agitate, pour out and pour in fixer and agitate for 90 seconds, pour out and dunk in running water bath for two minutes, mix around in hypo clear for 30 seconds, wash, dunk in photo-flo for another 30 seconds, hang and dry for 30 minutes… and then cut up my film into strips of five to slip into a film sleeve to create a contact sheet for tomorrow. (This is just the film; I have no actual photos yet.)

If I had messed up somewhere, I would’ve lost those shots forever—no memory recovery, no disc repair.

While I tried to stay focused, I couldn’t help but think of the article written by Vannevar Bush over 60 years ago. My professor for my innovation and entrepreneurship class strong encouraged us to read it, and so I did (a week after it was assigned).

Bush talks about the importance of constantly innovating, and to make his point, he speculates about the future of photography. I shall now quote him:

Certainly progress in photography is not going to stop. Faster material and lenses, more automatic cameras, finer-grained sensitive compounds to allow an extension of the minicamera idea, are all imminent. Let us project this trend ahead to a logical, if not inevitable, outcome. The camera hound of the future wears on his forehead a lump a little larger than a walnut. It takes pictures 3 millimeters square, later to be projected or enlarged, which after all involves only a factor of 10 beyond present practice. The lens is of universal focus, down to any distance accommodated by the unaided eye, simply because it is of short focal length. There is a built-in photocell on the walnut such as we now have on at least one camera, which automatically adjusts exposure for a wide range of illumination. There is film in the walnut for a hundred exposures, and the spring for operating its shutter and shifting its film is wound once for all when the film clip is inserted. It produces its result in full color. It may well be stereoscopic, and record with two spaced glass eyes, for striking improvements in stereoscopic technique are just around the corner.

The cord which trips its shutter may reach down a man’s sleeve within easy reach of his fingers. A quick squeeze, and the picture is taken. On a pair of ordinary glasses is a square of fine lines near the top of one lens, where it is out of the way of ordinary vision. When an object appears in that square, it is lined up for its picture. As the scientist of the future moves about the laboratory or the field, every time he looks at something worthy of the record, he trips the shutter and in it goes, without even an audible click. Is this all fantastic? The only fantastic thing about it is the idea of making as many pictures as would result from its use.

Will there be dry photography?” [source]

Will there be dry photography? Yes, we’ve gone digital now and everything is automatic!, but there are still many of us we take the extra effort to learn how to develop film through a series of wet baths.

Bush continues a few sentences later, “Often it would be advantageous to be able to snap the camera and to look at the picture immediately.” I cannot describe the anxiety I felt while I was shooting an entire roll not knowing what my photos looked like. Was there enough light? Did I shake? Was my subject completely in focus? Is my roll of film even going through the camera?! Even when I was finally able to take out my film reel from the container after the fix, I still couldn’t really see my photos. Did I miss a rinse? Did I pour in fix instead of developer?!

My precious shots are tiny squares of negatives right now—and yes, I did mess up like heck: last ten shots = black abyss (not even in the artistic way). I won’t truly know what has become of my shots until I create my contact sheet and develop a few photos, which of course I will scan and post all over the internet in true digital-era exhibitionist fashion.

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