Opera: An Unexpected Joy

Upon looking over the page, I noticed that a post I thought I had made had not posted and so now, weeks after the performance here I am discussing my take on the performance.

Going into the opera I did not believe my experience would be any better than my first with this kind of performance.  During my first experience, I was incredibly bored.  The subtitles were displayed above the stage which made it very hard to watch what was going on on the set while reading the translations.  It made it very hard to keep up with the plot of the play and there were not many jokes and one-liners thrown into the opera to make it even remotely funny.

This first experience put a cloud over me, and prevented me from really appreciating this art.  My new experience at the Metropolitan Opera House broke me free of that cloud and fog.  Even in the opening scenes of the performance I was baffled by the ingenuity of the set.  The way it was able to rotate to provide a dynamic set was a true incredible feat of engineering.  This was the first thing that had captivated me, of course the music playing was quite lively and performed with no signs of mistakes, but as a prospective engineer I must put the technology of the art above the art itself.  Another piece of tech that I found that made the experience more enjoyable was the personal subtitles playing before me.  They allowed me to quickly jump between the words and the action on the stage in a way much better than at my previous excursion to the opera.

Besides the tech used, I had also thoroughly enjoyed the plot of the play.  Although at first it was a little confusing, the characters’ lives were all carefully interwoven in a way that would cause massive confusion and misunderstandings.  As an audience, we can only laugh at all the misunderstandings and confusion on stage but understanding the play as a whole and seeing where it originates and the inspiration of the play you can appreciate it in a more fulfilling way.  In class I was surprised learning that the play was essentially an insult to the estate lords of Spain.  It just goes to show that even a work of culture, a form an entertainment, can have large political and socially driven motives.

 

-Kevin Call

Quick Encounters

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This picture represents New York City for me. It’s a tough city to live in undoubtedly. Sometimes it feels like everyone is in a rush and the attitudes can be unwelcoming. In the middle of all the rush though, you can always find some form of entertainment. On this day, when this woman was charging for card readings in Union Square. I asked her if she minded if I took some pictures of her and she said it would be fine. Just when I started clicking away, this man walked up to her so kindly and handed her some money, and she held his hand while he thanked her so sweetly, for what I’m not sure since he hadn’t gotten a card reading and she was in the middle of one at that moment. But that encounter seemed to add to both of their days. Her whole demeanor changed when he came and it honestly seemed like something great had just happened and I was glad to capture it. Afterwards he went on with his day as did she. But I love that moments like these can happen between strangers in the middle of everything. I feel like this can only ever happen here in New York City.

An American Journey: In Robert Frank’s Footsteps

For the most part, I enjoyed the documentary about Robert Frank and his composition of the book that shaped the future of photography, The Americans. I think that the director made some interesting choices in the actual composition of the film. As many people had said on the night of the viewing, the actual shots were kind of blurry and sometimes a little jarring or dizzying. I agree, some of the shots gave me a headache, but I don’t think that they were put in carelessly or unintentionally. I felt like they were used in order to mimic (or maybe commemorate?) the photography of Robert Frank. After all, the photos that he used in The Americans were certainly jarring and not necessarily pretty to look at all of the time. More importantly, they were raw. Although they weren’t clean-cut, they exposed pieces of American culture that definitely needed to be seen. Similarly, I believe that the film was intentionally shot this way to emulate Frank’s style.

I’m especially interested in The Americans itself and our discussion about how that one, three-letter word could make as much difference as it did. Judging by the critical view point that Frank took in his exposition, I’m not surprised that people took as much offense by the title as they did. When he called it The Americans rather than Some Americans or just Americans in general, he classified an entire nation under his own viewpoint. I think that’s a dangerous thing to do in any situation. On the other hand, perhaps the title was so jarring that it really forced people to take a second look at the photos, understand what they are really about, and internalize their messages. I think that’s the most that any artist can really hope for when they put a piece out in to the world.

more photos & some questions

What kind of dance did we see that evening? How were the companies different? similar? Did they try to tell a story? Did they try to shock you or, to the contrary, to enchant? Was any of the pieces intentionally controversial? Did any of the choreographers appeal, perhaps, more to your intellectual understanding than sensual pleasure?

Here, a few more photos.

Ohad Naharin's Minus 16, photo by Christopher Duggan

Ohad Naharin, ‘Minus 16’ (1999), photo by Christopher Duggan

 

William Forsythe, 'Neue Suite' (2012)

William Forsythe, ‘Neue Suite’ (2012), photo by Costin Radu

'AP15' (2010), photo by Coolbox

‘AP15’ (2010), photo by Coolbox

Dancing with the Stars

I am not a dancer. I cannot dance, never been to any dance concerts, never had an interest in dance, definitely cannot critique dance.

Going to the Fall For Dance event at the City Center was probably the first time going to a dance event. Not going to lie, I didn’t want to go. I thought it was going to be pretty boring and well I guess I had the same attitude I did for the opera.

There is a first time for everything, and I guess my judgement has been wrong. I actually thought the first dance was pretty messy, as I had responded in Joshua’s post. I felt like I couldn’t follow everyone.

The second dance, the ballet, made me want to fall asleep. I’m sorry if that got anyone mad, but I guess I just didn’t really like ballet and that.

But wait.

It gets better.

Post intermission was when everything went wild. Absolutely loved Sebastian Ramirez and Honji Wang’s performance. I was totally not expecting that. It was actually a little ambiguous at first, the performance was so good between the two. A few of us even got to take pictures with the stars of the performance after the show (Check Chloe’s post out!).

The last performance was even more unexpected. It went from one man just doing his dance moves, to a group of people dancing with the guy at the end not conforming. I guess they were trying to get the point across, conformity is not always the case, the best (Could that be why the first one i felt was messy?) The best part was when they started to pull people up to dance in the front, and we all thought that the girl in the plaid shirt was our very own Sam! 🙂

In any case, the night turned out to be great and after pictures with Ramirez and Wang, it was Halal Guys! Like Erica said, go to the iconic 53rd and 6th, “it is all part of the New York experience!”

 

~Christopher Chong

High Line, Cloud Nine

 

This picture was not taken on October 11th, 2014. It was taken on September 23rd, 2014.

The day was gloomy, and instead I decided to choose another picture I took that was still within the time period of this class.

I invited a friend from Hunter College to explore the many places of NYC with me, and the two of us found our way to the place in the picture above.  They say that you are not a “true” New Yorker until you have encounter yourself with this place, The High Line. The two of us held Starbucks as we walked from Hunter’s Brookdale Campus on the East side to the High Line on the west side, traveling for about 30 minutes on 23rd street.

The picture above was taken at the newest section of The High Line Park, which opened just two days before (9/21). I wanted to choose an interesting photo that has a very interesting point of view. This photo is taken from the perspective that we often don’t think much of, looking from one track and see it as it leads to somewhere. In this picture, the convergence of the two sides of a track makes the picture “come together”. I also wasn’t really trying to take the pictures of the mother/daughter in the background, but it definitely made the picture tell a story behind. Happy day for those two! The mother holding on to the daughter as she carefully walks on the track, attempting not to fall. The photo gives me a sense of warmth and it seems like there is always happiness down the road.

 

~Christopher Chong

American Journey

Pictures are worth a thousand words.

Taking pictures is an art, and like Robert said, you need passion AND purpose.

The documentary presented us a guy who went around and took pictures of what he saw. What I probably liked most about his photos were its complete randomness. Robert took pictures that ranged from the flag with the boy in it, to outside his hotel at Butte. And to compile it into a book and called “The Americans”, Robert Frank had to have a lot of guts, because like they said in the movie, Americans got very defensive about it. It showed the “American Dream” and the “American Nightmare”. I truly admire Seclier for taking the time to follow the footsteps and piece back everything. It is rather a tough task.

For some reason this film kind of reminded me of the book “Into The Wild” by Jon Krakauer. It follows the journey of a man who took a journey across America. Anyone else think this?

 

~Christopher Chong

The Great Figure

First off, I could not help but notice to design and style of the poem. The poem is a single sentence, with no more than three or four words per line. This single sentence, however, is not simple. It contains incredible imagery, mostly attacking the reader’s senses of sight and sound. Yet, as much as this sentence provides, there is still much left to the reader’s imagination. Based on the information given, we can deduce some things pertaining to the situation of the poem. The figure, which is the focal point of the poem, is a number 5. These numbers on firetrucks represent the ladder of which the vehicle belongs to. So in this case, the truck belongs to ladder 5, which is located at 227 Ave. of the Americas, the Lower West side. From this, along with other information given in the poem, the reader can mentally create a setting for themselves.

 

An American Journey – Role of a Photographer

The one thing that mainly stood out to me from the documentary, An American Journey: In Robert Frank’s Footsteps, was the portrayal of the role of a photographer. I believe that Frank’s printer described it well in his interview. He claimed that Frank was simply an architect, while he was Frank’s engineer. Frank, the photographer, had a design or plan for an image, and it was up to the printer to work accordingly. Although Frank had taken the pictures, his printer had to manipulate them in order to truly realize what Frank wanted to portray.

I found this idea to relate to our early conversations pertaining to the purpose of art. The role of a photographer basically runs along the lines of the role of an artist: to convey a specific message through some creative means. Analyzing further, I have noticed that most of the art we have seen (opera, dance, films) have all been collaborations. There is no one single artist, but rather a combination of different artists in order to produce a final masterpiece. This is also the case with Frank. My original thoughts about photographers were shattered, as I previously viewed them as singular artists producing single forms of art. However, upon realizing Franks’ dependency on his printer in order to produce his art, I now view photography as a collaborative effort as well.