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Guest Lecturer

Among the points Kirsten Johnson sought to make during her guest lecture was the importance of one’s own positioning and relation to a subject in regard to how it is or should be shot. Whether it be in closeness or distance, towering high above or cowering deep below, Johnson emphasized that one’s positioning affects the way a subject is shot, and what effect that shot could have as a result. For example, she explained at one point how she obtained a shot of a street market by lying down on the ground, allowing a low-angle shot of the food that she felt better fit into the film for tonal and thematic reasons. In shooting the moment of the balloons, she described moving directly through the balloons, capturing a continuous movement, rather than shooting them from an exterior position - and the vivid coloring of the balloons served as an interesting contrast when juxtaposed with the beige coloring of the rest of the film. Finally, her insistence for us to look into one of our classmate...

Project #3

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Editing Analysis

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Movie: Leave Her to Heaven (1945) Scene:  Analysis: The scene begins with a two shot of Gene Tierney’s Ellen and Darryl Hickman’s Danny sitting on a boat. As the conversation between the two continues, the shots switch between the two shot and medium close-ups of both characters depending on whomever is speaking. At one point, Danny turns to talk to Ellen face to face, and the shot shifts from the medium close-up of him to the two shot of both of them to indicate he’s speaking to her directly. Danny dives into the water, and as he continues to talk to Ellen, the medium close-ups of the two resume, with Ellen looking down and Danny up, matching their eyelines. Danny swims ahead, with a wide shot of him from behind, juxtaposed beside a wide shot of Ellen sitting in the boat, watching him swim - and then a wide shot of the both of them, to indicate the full extent of the actions taking place within the scene, both Danny swimming and Ellen rowing the boat forward...

Project #2

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Soundwalk

         Midday at Washington Square Park: The weather is fair enough to draw a crowd. On a bench beside me, two students, I presume, chatter - “I’ve already solidified the friendship,” one boy expounds to another. He sounds frustrated. “I just can’t escape it.” The conversation drones on as soft jazz from a makeshift trio closer to the arch underscores the scene. There is patter from pets - dogs shuffling by with their owners, conversations cross-pollinating as they pass me. Phone calls. Farther, the attendant sounds of New York as a whole - traffic, vague construction work. Horns and drills.  “I don’t always hate interacting with her,” this boy continues. “Sometimes she’s really fun.” His friend has a laptop, and types infrequently, breaking to impart advice. “What do you think you’ll do?”  Then applause from a scant few spectators for the jazz trio. A song finished, and another begins.  “I’m not sure.”  An older woman then passes by an...

Project #1

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Artist Statement

I am a media studies major at Hunter College, and through my work I aim to explore popular culture and celebrity media - particularly the way in which it permeates and impacts our day-to-day lives, as well as how we collectively interact with such media. Having grown up in a period of hyper celebrity surveillance - the early aughts - many of my earliest memories are tied to the Hollywood stars I gleaned on glossy pages and glowing screens. One of my first flirtations with the celebrity press was being handed a copy of  People  magazine by my mother, dated a year shy of my birth, about the late Princess Diana; and then at a blissfully naive five years old, I caught an episode of Anna Nicole Smith’s self-titled reality show, left playing on the TV in my family’s living room, my dad distractedly plopped on the couch and busy with the newspaper in his hands: I was hooked, swept in the rapture of this buxom blonde slurring words with palm trees swaying behind. As I g...