When I was younger and just starting out in my dating career, I used to bring flowers on first dates not realizing the potential awkwardness that lay ahead. Typical responses: "Oh... thanks..." ... The eye pop and the awkward, "Uh, thanks. Where should I put them?" ... and my personal favorite, immediate sneezing. " 'Are there Bells of Ireland in that arrangement?' 'Yeah, I know you're Irish and thought that you might... you know... think that was cute?' 'I'm wildly allergic.'" At the soon to be ripe old age of 37 I've learned a few thing things, I now bring a camera.
Being trapped in a goddess body using my sexuality as a means to gain power, but still too afraid to let it rip because I care so much about what other people think, would just kill my already fragile ego. So I'm trying to walk on the fine edge between the erotica & art to gain approval of both camps. At the same time, getting my weekly fix of love wrapped up in the admiration from yet another photographer as a substitute for love I craved as a child. Keep rebuilding my ego, over and over, scared shitless of a negative review or a comment on social media. Not finding the courage to be the biggest attention whore, because I'm still trying to stay the whitest of art brides.
SAY AGAIN? "Do you wanna direct a music video?" Eight days before leaving for my second trip to LA this year, Caleigh proposed a question that would have seemed absurd, let along impossible, to be carried out in 8+ days thereabout. "Uhhhh, giddy up! Wait, what?" I had directed small product commercials for years, and had talked about getting into music videos, but timing amongst everything else never seemed to be in my favor. Enter The Bird's Eye.
On the Streets of any city there's a story to be told. But on the now bustling streets of NYC there's always something new to be said, no matter how old or how many times I've visited those paved pathways, they always lead to that next glorious frame. Kat + KARJAKA explore Soho and the dying of the light, as the blonde bomb causes a spectacle and the two collaborators giggle in the face of a Dylan Thomas poem.
Forget forcing the issue, let's go absurd for a moment. Dare to try with us as we use other senses to explore life outside of preordained ways of being. Rather than getting wrapped up on what has to happen, or being consumed by how something should look in an image or experience, let's let go of control, just for a moment if you will and explore the unknown.
Artists are always pushing the boundaries. Crossing lines, testing the edge, diving in head first with complete and utter disregard. It takes a bold mind to step out into the unknown. For us at KARJAKA we're always looking into new market places, and our July edition features an art haven that's quintessential New York, The Hamptons.