Like seeing Woody Allen walking, in hat and corduroy blazer, down 5th Avenue at around 88th Street on a crisp fall day, there are certain New York essential moments that I have been waiting around this damn town to experience so that the eventual pack up and move to Hudson will come with great satisfaction, relief, and without (impossible) regret. Not a star sighting. Throw a rock in this city and you'll hit Jennifer Connelly, smiling right at you as if she has a crush on you (I look back on that experience often failing to remember that I was passing quickly by in a moving van so...). Star sightings are boring. The experience we collectively crave, living here, is more a happening during which you break through a dimension that separates legend and reality; when the glorious classic runs into your own experience and, out of nowhere, you are part of the intricate map of the city's soul. A true New York moment.
Through a friend and with friends, somehow, we were commissioned by Katz's Deli to make a short film titled 'Lunch.'
To be paid, lovingly, in pastrami. Coming soon.
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