happy merry

267/365

films I am very much looking forward to seeing:

queen & slim (melina matsoukis)
a hidden life (terrence malick)
marriage story (what I love about charlie) (noah baumbach)
marriage story (what I love about nicole) (noah baumbach)
little women (greta gerwig)
the goldfinch (john crowley)

additionally, barry jenkins is set to direct a film about alvin ailey and I. am. beside. myself.

a love letter of sorts

to summer, which is not over, not even close, even though we've been tricked into thinking it is, second week of school and all. 

and to lightning bugs, which I never ever (ever) get tired of, even after 48 years of living. gimme all the humidity in the world if it means I get lightning bugs every summer.

anyway, this is what I watch when I'm riddled with anxiety (which, unfortunately, is often these days). this little film I made three years ago is what I watch when it feels like I'm drowning. 

156/365

films I could watch over and over and over again:

crooklyn
bottle rocket
the before trilogy
frances ha
flirting with disaster
basquiat
roma
in america
slaves of new york
rushmore
twentieth century women
moonlight
almost famous
dazed and confused
junebug
murial's wedding
bridesmaids
walking and talking
working girl
ladybird
say anything
school of rock
slums of beverly hills
reality bites
swingers
party girl
amelie

three years ago

march, three years ago (march, a lifetime ago)

112/354

films I am crazy excited to see this year:

the last black man in san francisco
amazing grace
synonyme
us
diane
family
the farewell
booksmart
her smell
satan + adam
little women

39/365

films loved in twenty eighteen (sure to be revisited again and again):

phantom thread (exquisitely brutal/brutally exquisite)
tully (there's a line in this film about parenthood so steeped in truth it made me cry)
the fits (wholly hypnotic, still thinking about it)
won't you be my neighbor (he was my childhood, and he was radical, he really was)
eighth grade (painfully lovely and cringey and real and heartbreaking)
mid90s (certainly not without flaws-- I mean, none of these films are-- but I just, I love this film so much)
roma (I believe I've made my thoughts on this film quite clear)

38/365

films seen in twenty eighteen (the order in which they were seen):

call me by your name (luca guadagnino)
mudbound (dee rees)
the shape of water (guillermo del toro)
the post (steven spielberg)
the family fang (jason bateman)
brad's status (mike white)
I, tonya (craig gillespie)
phantom thread (paul thomas anderson)
black panther (ryan coogler)
the disaster artist (james franco)
a quiet place (john krasinski)
disobedience (sebastian lelio)
tully (jason reitman)
the fits (anna rose holmer)
tag (jeff tomsic)
sorry to bother you (boots riley)
won't you be my neighbor (morgan neville)
eighth grade (bo burnham)
oceans eight (gary ross)
last flag flying (richard linklater)
hearts beat loud (brett haley)
hot summer nights (elijah bynum)
mid90s (jonah hill)
when the levees broke: a requiem in four acts (spike lee)
joan didion: the center will not hold (griffin dunne)
private life (tamara jenkins)
isle of dogs (wes anderson)
roma (alfonso cuaron)

(holy wow, that's a crapload of male directors)

30/365

things about the film roma:

the opening scene

the ending scene

and all the scenes in between

no but really--

the opening scene

(and the ending scene)

and cleo 

and water

and laundry

what is it about laundry

and in the words of a friend:

the singular way alfonso cuarón dignifies women and their everyday stories

(I will revisit this film again and again)

hello december

ready for you, december. ready for all of your things.

day eleven

I watched this today and it made me happy. (november, two years ago)

this time last year

november 2016's sixty second photograph and if I've learned anything at all in life, it's to keep the words 'thank you' on mindful repeat. thank you, thank you, thank you.

(music by my favorite, mr. moses sumney)

sixty second love letter (one)

love letter//number one from andrea corrona jenkins on Vimeo.

a sixty second photograph that is really a sixty second love letter to a place I love so much it makes my bones hurt: san francisco.

I last traveled there in august of 2016, thanks to my dear friend tracy. sometimes I think I miss it more than portland. but I don't want to talk about it.

year two of the sixty second photograph project and we're not making films every month like we did the first year, just every once in a while, you know, all quarterly-like. which gives us all a little more breathing room, I think. I first shared this film during the great in between, aka my six-month silence here. I put it out there with the rest of the lovely films, said nary a word about it. now feels like a good time to say a word about it.

tracy, this is for you. you are all up in this film, even if your face isn't.

(music: queen by the octopus project)

august's sixty seconds

ava turned sixteen this summer, friends. sixteen. momentous occasions such as this call for extraordinary adventures so we hopped a train to new york for her first trip to one of my favorite cities in the world.

this here is the little film I made of it for the sixty second photograph project. full disclosure: it was not easy to remember to stop and shoot bits and pieces of footage of our time together. in fact, it really slowed us down. but, wow. I'm so glad I made myself stop, made myself stop and shoot the bits and pieces. because I know I'll treasure this little film forever. forever and ever and ever.

and I think ava will too.

(music by caribou and special thanks to my good friend jen lee for letting us crash on the floor of her sweet brooklyn flat)

july's sixty seconds

I've made three little films for the sixty second photograph since I've been gone here, three I haven't yet shared. july already seems like something that happened a lifetime ago. scouring the waters for shells down in southern florida already seems like something I did in a lovely, fevered dream.

I'm a little crazy for seashells. actually, I'm a lot crazy for seashells and would happily spend all of my days stooped over shallow ocean waters, looking for those sweet little guys. they make me happy. they really, really do.

june's sixty seconds

err, 156 seconds. because june needed more than 60 seconds. because, summer. so maybe I'll shove this little film in the freezer with the strawberry freezer jam I made this year, the jam we're trying so hard not to eat right now because we know how good it will taste in january. maybe I'lll grab it six months from now when we're squarely lodged in the middle of january. maybe that's what I'll do.

(more lovely summer films over at the sixty second photograph, a project I've been participating in since the beginning of the year)

(music is swim team by arms and sleepers and I love them, I love them a lot)

may's sixty seconds

76 seconds in savannah, georgia and maybe I lost day trips to the oregon coast when we moved from portland, maybe I lost astoria and manzanita and all the sweet little towns that dot the 101 but I've got savannah. at least, there's savannah. when I moved back home, I knew it'd be there, just waiting for us.

(more lovely little films over at the sixty second photograph, a project I've been participating in since the beginning of the year)

april's sixty seconds

I will want to climb inside this little film and live, from time to time. I won't be able to, but I will want to.

here's hoping some wonderful weirdo somewhere will invent exactly this kind of portal.


p.s. more wonderful little films over at the sixty second photograph, a project I've been participating in since the beginning of the year)

p.p.s. major (and I mean MAJOR) bonus points if you can tell me which film the music is from.

march's sixty seconds

well, more like 139 seconds. march in 139 seconds and it's warm enough to ride the bikes now and the trees are exploding with blooms and little green leaves and the sun hangs around a little longer and finally, I can see light at the end of the tunnel, the wonderful, proverbial light.

more march films over at the sixty second photograph, friends. I sat myself down this morning, fell into each one of those little films before I put on monday's armor.

february's sixty seconds

sixty seconds of moving pictures shot in the city with my people on the greyest of february days, a dead grey, really. but that's february for you. month two of the sixty second photograph and I really struggled this go round. fumbled my way through the process, made a crap load of mistakes. but I'm letting go, folks. make and release, make and release. and hopefully, learn a little something in the process. this is my mantra.

p.s. more about the project here, and more lovely february films over on the site.

p.p.s. music by the incomparable nathan corrona aka dj dust.