jeanie choi

No work today! Got a call from Clemmie telling me about the snow day.

I want to call my mom, but it’s only 5:40am in LA. I have to wait 3 more hours for her to wake up.

Three hours will go by fast, I’m already having fun. God bless the 7:45am call.

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I’ve been thinking a lot about the past, trying to connect the dots. Especially since I was nine til I turned fifteen.

Memory, expectations, desires and fears of pre-teen girls are some things I’ll touch upon my new project using both photography and text.

M.A.S.H. is a game that requires two people, a piece of paper, and a pen. Through a series of questions and a process of elimination, ones future is predicted. For example, this one was mine a year ago…

“You will be a photo journalist and earn $50,000 a year, marry Enrique, have ten kids, own a dog, and live in a house in Texas.”

It’s about the expectations and false hopes that happen through this game but how realistically we tend to believe in it at a younger age.

These are just some things I wanted when I was little, that I wouldn’t mind having them now either. And they don’t have anything to do about my project, but it’s again about remembrance.

Saturday night.

I told you the one secret I’d kept from you. Now I feel like I can tell anyone.

Thank you for listening and thank YOU, word vomits.

Tenías hermosa sonrisa, hermoso corazón.

4:30 - Milk

5:30 - Pick up Andrew’s negatives in Union Square.

6:30-8:30 - Shot Erin Fetherston’s runway show! I’m told to chase celebrities. I get to decide if the people are interesting enough to be photographed. Clara is calling, she’s waiting in the lobby for me. I was supposed to be home by seven. I take more pictures of the shows in the 8th floor. I see Billy Reid’s collection and others. I get home and Michelle, Yas, and Clara are waiting in the lobby. Clara has a bottle of wine. We finish the bottle with pizza and buffalo wings. We talk talk talk about our families, relationships, the good and bad, take pictures, Yas says some things that really make me look back and miss someone who is not here, but was with me this same day one year ago, and two, and three, and four, and five years ago.

11:00 - 160 Waverly Place in Samantha’s without Yas.

12:30 - Michelle leaves. Clara, Sam, Amin and I talk in Sam’s tiny room.

1:00 - Amin leaves to Brooklyn.

At three I’m back home, I eat a cold bowl of Honey Smacks and watch City of God, sleep sleep sleep.

Empty bottle and pizza crust scans (2010)

“Fue la tinta a toda intención de dejarte lo que soy”.

Cuando neva, voltea arriba, así cae mas lento.

For the first time today, I flipped through fashion magazines for an assignment and ended up buying two: V Magazine and Please!

And…

Fashion photographers are really into nipple flashes. Not both, just one. Pop!