If 2016 was a dumpster fire, 2017 is when the fire leapt its bounds and took down the neighboring building, parking lot, and raccoon hovel in its wake. And yet, on a personal level, it’s been a pretty fulfilling year.
I was involved in some exciting projects and did a ridiculous amount of traveling. This year broke me, straightened me out, and sent me back off the runway. Here’s to 2018 flying even further off its coattails.
And now, all the blood and tears condensed into bullet points:
- Finished up on Dunkirk and moved onto a new feature. I spent a year working with film prints on some of the last machines out there, clanking greasy old things literally cobbled together from found scraps. So when does my film cred card come in? Or will film bros still cluck at me for falling asleep during The Godfather?
- Infringed upon the Parisian hospitality of V and A (not Victoria and Albert, although I will not comment on whether there is any resemblance) for a month. A month!!! This visit was long overdue and balm for the soul after a year of intensity. I don’t even say things like “balm for the soul,” that’s how balmy it was. I’m being told now that “balmy” means pleasantly warm, and it wasn’t; it was way too warm, unpleasantly warm. I’m so ready to go back.
- Spent a crazy week in Sedona. Crazy in Sedona is more horse alchemy and vortex-hunting than hitting the clubs…but that’s arguably a more interesting type of crazy anyway.
- Two weeks in New York and I only saw like, three rats. False advertising! I always want to skip the touristy parts and dive straight into “we have always lived in the brownstone,” but S was a great host (5 stars for the impeccably clean apartment, 2 stars for lack of fun facts). From foraging in Central Park to watching a 3-hour long modern dance piece, we made many bad life decisions that turned out to be so, so good.
- Hopped aboard Artists at Play as producing assistant. I came home from my interview thinking, “Oh no, I really like these people,” and then proceeded to fling myself into a pit of despair every day until they offered me the job. And I have not been disappointed. I will stumble home bone tired at 9pm, join our Google Hangout, and then be too hyped to fall asleep. They’re an awesome group of people making American theater more inclusive.
- “Kat will you be my DP?” Words to strike fear into my heart. I said yes to Tiny Laughs because I am a compulsive joiner, but I’m so glad I did. I thought I was stepping up to a plate that was way too high, but it turns out I was up to the task. In these few weeks I caught the cinematography bug pretty bad. I also got to meet an amazing ragtag cast and crew. After that many sleep-deprived hours together, I’d like to think we’re friends. Can’t wait to see how it all comes together, and whether we delivered on those small lols.